Wu-tang Clan

Wu-tang Clan - GHOST DEINI

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"In an enemy land..."

"Ack, just by destroying Starks Enterprises,

we could cripple their national defence.

So, you Professor Finkle, the world's greatest

expert on electricity must devise the destruction

of Starks' mighty guardian, Ironman."

[Ghostface Killah]

Yo, summer time holdin the 9, split the Vega in half

Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff grass

Bank stoppin, high-derox hydrolic

Kid with the most knowledge will obtain to touch top dollars

Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, activate

Fuck your corny debates

I'm like cake or maybe like $10,000 rabbits

The kid walked thru, switch up his accent "Now I'm from Paris"

Cash the bill, frozen element, Seagal

Signs from the most high causes me to break them all

How the fuck was y'all niggas thinkin? You think I fell off the ledge?

The legendary Ghost Deini might be dead?

Never, Impossible, pull out black burners like tonsils

to gallants, hit 'em if we go to

Bustin at y'all niggas daily

Wall-to-wall, Hawkins

Suckin your teeth cuz God chain-talkin

like Ghostface this, Ghostface that

Ghost sold crack, now his revelations spoken thru rap

Valored down like the sheik of Iran

Gasoline CREAM wrapped in hospital bands

Model vans, Michael Davis, it's me against housin

Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to control thousands

Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Fredick Douglas

You know what? Eh yo, fuck this

Eh yo, how can I move the crowd?

First of all, ain't no mistakes allowed

Here's the instructions, put it together

It's simple ain't it? Well, quite clever


Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of mine

You stood for somethin, ugh

Tupac, Biggie, ohh how we miss you so

We want y'all both to know

We really love you so

Eh yo, I'm Gucci down

Wally boot, Jamaican hat, long 4-pound

Ask niggas how I get down

Don't speak much, deluxe plush

Imaginations holdin all like Willie Hutch

You might've bumped into me on the Riker's bus

Weed in my teeths, jem in my beauty sleep, sleeve

Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese

Come on, we juggle mic's

We come on all the amps, advance the final

Show these niggas how the way we dance

Hot night, Jamaica

Came thru in a boger green '68 Pacer

Had mad paper, high as a fuck

Truck, 2 rappers got stuck that night

I ain't sayin no names, they know who, thank you for the change

Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, Cali weed

30 seconds till we tear and decease

Quick, call all my seeds dipped in the crowd

The hoe spotted me, knew not to call my name out

He walked off softly, we exactly

formed like Christ and the disciples

Black fatigues, leathal-faced dunnie, he held the rifle

We had the whole shit shook, you favorite rapper's droppin they drinks

On the low, tuckin they links, we made 80 off the books


It's like '86, Magic Johnson, no disrespect

My metaphors'll keep out The Projects

Rap connects'll keep me correct

Eh yo, I wrote this on Donnie roof

After his funeral, on one knee

Thinkin his killer's followin me

So to my nigga Donnie, up there

Can you please tell God that we fucked up here?

We got beer, weed, guns, AIDS

All these obsticles, it's hard to make it nowadays

Watch the Devil in it, some say it's our fault

If that's the answer, you know smokin can cause cancer

Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain behind

My tape stay at the beginnin cuz that's how they rewind

Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine, and we don't drink wine

If you don't bring me some motherfuckin cognac, I kill you

I can't feel you

Ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my dollars

I fuck with rockwilders, no leashes, no collars

Brolic scholars, that's Ghost Deini!

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