Ghostface Killah Lyrics
Ghostface Killah Lyrics
"Box in Hand (remix) Lyrics"
Those Anarcho Punks Are Mysterious... Lyrics
We're all presidents, We're all congressmen, We're all cops In waiting. We're the workers of the world. There is the elite and the dispossessed And it's only about survival, Who has skill to play the game For all it's worth, Reaching out for a scary kind of perfection. Let's try to keep As much emotion out of this As possible. Let's try not to remember any na
We're all presidents, We're all congressmen, We're all cops In waiting. We're the workers of the world. There is the elite and the dispossessed And it's only about survival, Who has skill to play the game For all it's worth, Reaching out for a scary kind of perfection. Let's try to keep As much emotion out of this As possible. Let's try not to remember any na
Verse One: Ghostface Killah
It's how this flava crops
No doubt
The beer champ
Yeah, curly head kid
Yo, yo, yo
From Gators to blazers, low fades and razors
The big dick saloon I contact the one
the black asian
Which location keeps circulating
I want the twin power after day shit on his mason
A God steam represent the gummy with the green
who walk fiend stand up on your block and burn a bean
Sir Valentine looking at that shit by behind
the thing thats fucked up appeal us that's wine
They turn around take my last pull off the L
these niggas on the block keep looking at me well
But they want the jewel it ain't hard to tell
I recognized his face he had Kani then fell
But fuck him, I went to check low for chop
on a ball gone the size lik
Young Hearts Lyrics
Intro/Chorus: Blue Raspberry You left me here, alone, with a shine Our hearts were strong, but I couldn't find my world alone, how could I break my home Still I doubted you, and still your strength enchanted me, you was the father to my child and a man to me, now I'm sung of strong hearts Run free, run free, young hearts Young hearts, run free Run free, young hearts
e faith up topIntro/Chorus: Blue Raspberry You left me here, alone, with a shine Our hearts were strong, but I couldn't find my world alone, how could I break my home Still I doubted you, and still your strength enchanted me, you was the father to my child and a man to me, now I'm sung of strong hearts Run free, run free, young hearts Young hearts, run free Run free, young hearts
Now it's a whole new ball game, strategic mind frame
My dialogue's rebellious raid and razor fame
Glass out a red light, see Killah get on a ninja bike
Show my love to the God he peeled out and made a right
**Sound of speeding motorcycle**
Chorus:
When you walking down the street with your - Box in your hand
and you bringing the music of the - Wu-Tang Clan
And you get high and bent on your - radio rapping
Your feet start the dancing and your - hands start the clapping
Verse Two: Street
Street's running through your dancehall gunning
like Lee Harvey Oswald stunning slapping MC's with summons
for pumping - that watered down substance
Beef there's slugs finger creeping
making moves like Crying Freeman
Prince of thieves, earth
Good & Evil Lyrics
All the Bastards coming out I feel the urge to scream and shout (way____ where I've been) so I can do it all again (Its Gonna be a pure, blood), its so nice, evil I can feel it commin' down It can be all commin' round good and evil I can feel it commin' down its gonna feel nice to be so good and evil (Scream) hero's come and go its like another all n
arth seedAll the Bastards coming out I feel the urge to scream and shout (way____ where I've been) so I can do it all again (Its Gonna be a pure, blood), its so nice, evil I can feel it commin' down It can be all commin' round good and evil I can feel it commin' down its gonna feel nice to be so good and evil (Scream) hero's come and go its like another all n
heavyweight like golden fleeces homicides stroll the street
If Luther preached it, look at the thugs holding heat
In the city beef got me plotting trilogy
To the smoke enemies sneak attacks I'm beyond and above that
Seen that done that, respect black
I catch a slug to your hardhat
lounging in the everglades, surfing the airwave
Catch a buck fifty where the razorblades swiftly
Shaolin cats be shiesty, strictly
drunk off the Irish whiskey
Chorus
Verse Three: Method Man
Rest your headpiece on this one sun
cough up a lung
Sleeping on my murderous type ones I get you done
I'm looking at these cuthroat kids and how they live
It's like we was partners in spades and you renege
Can't fuck with no nigga like that he get me jack
Or sen
Tammy Lyrics
With a bottle in your hand Try and quench the thirst of a drowning man How do you stand? On a pair of legs like rubber bands You see you really are not free Step aside from foolish pride Build yourself a bridge to the other side Don't come home from drinking With heartache on your mind And don't say you've been thinking About us this time Don't come here with
t back meaning whole life ain't the bitchWith a bottle in your hand Try and quench the thirst of a drowning man How do you stand? On a pair of legs like rubber bands You see you really are not free Step aside from foolish pride Build yourself a bridge to the other side Don't come home from drinking With heartache on your mind And don't say you've been thinking About us this time Don't come here with
I'm looking in the half of right and roll tight
fool me once but can't fool me twice, I'm 25
To life on this mic device ain't nothing nice
a mixture of long wild rice and no spice
Inflicted, rap addicted, track I stick it, flip it
daddy long dick-ed, slide
A little bit beyond twisted, mind in stitches
You thought weak but meant wicked
Niggas choke off my second hand smoke lifted
everyday is like my birthday I'm mad gifted, dead calm
Hit me with the eighteen bronze, buddah palm
About to blow like Napalm, before your arm
Prepare for the warfare, or buy a share
Oh what the fuck we dealing with, yeah
Johnny about to go there
need another year
Bust a shot for my sons that didn't make it here
Chorus