- Ghostface Killah Powers and Stuff 歌詞
- Ghostface Killah
- [Interlude]
[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
[Interlude]
[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
[Outro]
[Verse 1: Esoteric]
Your best * *** aint better than his worst verse,and
CZARFACE a triple threat, he rhyme in third person
And hes a cannibal, about to eat his third person
You as genuine as 'Pony,' the karaoke version
Now youre lone, dont give a f*ck if we connect
Ill bet you with a dying phone
I dust brothers like early Beck
Im comfy on my iron throne
Word on the street that the god you pray to
And kneel tos an Esoteric clone, but I feel you
If he test human, education against lies
Do it in here, you shot the K, harass you
The more Supreme made his Mona Lisas
CZARFACE loyal, stick to my guns like Bautista
PTSD cause my son writes my features
Im kidding, settle down, but up the bidding
Im wig splitting
Ill chop your head quicker than troop does
Youre washed up like bedtime kids, youre useless
Electric toothbrush, the level your buzz be
I do it on my own,you need a clique like Buzzfeed ( CZAR)
Be up in the house like domestics
I wreck ****, then **** on **** thats your best ****
(CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE, Ghostface )
Yo, man, yo, man
Oh, yo
Ready for action like I was shootin a movie scene
Rebel INS, your highness, star of your groupie dream
Fire fighters struggle to put my flames out
Murder verse workin your head like takin braids out
More smoke than the **** man, indeed, man
Even Doc Strange fascinated with these hands
My alma mater from the school of hard knockers
Todays special, grilled medulla oblongata
Like Harold Melvin, Im always with them blue notes
Rappers get exposed to the waves from standin too close
When I spray the gift, the pavement split
Such an anomaly
Im still bein chased by Agent Smith (Praise CZAR)
Still major in this, still dangerous
Still get the bills in the mail, yall still paperless
No need for mollies and Percs cause Im already gone
Peaky blinder on, a born soldier like Freddie Thorne
(CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE, Ghostface)
Yo, man, (CZARFACE) yo, man
(CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE)
(CZARFACE has got the powers and stuff)
Son, I walk through the night with a cat -like vision
Precision, you get smashed like a head-on collision
Only division starts, enterprise, you built machinery
Woo Goo pharmacy, burnin that greenery
Check the scenery, one point five at the jeweler
Slick like Rick, Rick slick like the Bueller
Chain is off the cooler, charm look like a shrunken head
X-rayed your cheap ass chain, it came out lead
Code red, we settin off alarms, verbal bombs
First b*tch is a floozy, seconds a charm
We bear arms, burners like Battlestar Galactica
Prison mentality, we do more dirt than (Attica)
Rahway , Sing Sing, Auburn, Mohawk
Loudmouth ****** get murdered over a phone call
Still gettin our burgundy and gray on
We colorful like that box of 64 crayons
CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE
Its a small island
CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE
Hes here somewhere
CZARFACE has got the powers and stuff
He could be anywhere on the island or in the island
But Im going to find him
What happened? He slapped me in the face
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