Ghostface Killah - Purified Thought lyrics

rate me

Let’s go

Take my hands of my pockets, you can see my thumbs

Both of them turned green from counting the ones

Memorized by the glory, world life,

Cut off niggas who killed good, but couldn't do nothing for me

Shout’em out every once in the blue and get dough I never rock ? keep away we cool.

I divize my own stimulus, playin 'em niggerish

I’m tired of eating the crums and black liquorice

To free my mind, on Fridays I cling to the mosque

Let the Imam pray over my head and wash - Thoughts, sterilized, purified thoughtly watches gift manifest the green like ?.

If that should happen, I feed his whole army

Talk about the angels and beefs in Somali

Trying to stay humble, and swallow my pride

In God I trust not talking about the ones on your five

? catch me in the little hut in Benin, villian-style, feedin' the children. Pots of Jasmine tea with Mandela,

Africans chanting me on like Cotella.

Ghostface Boom ba yay, Kumbaya my Lord, my death date

24 karate ?. Wishin' they can bury me,

Next to the prophets, 'n' I be like Isa, Musa, ?Hadra?, Muhammed, Ibrahim.

Thanks to Qarma for correcting these lyrics