Ghostface Killah lyrics
Ghostface Killah lyrics
"Beat The Clock lyrics"
I Do 'Em lyrics
[Erick Onasis] No game, for no-names On the mic I spit flames, Rockwells to Janes I'm the nicest without me in the game it's a crisis - I control all mic devices Scratch and E yo, we keep shit poppin Control the mic, keep spittin and keep droppin Lose 'em or bruise 'em, ruin 'em Keep the madface screwin 'em Keep pursuin 'em, keep doin 'em all night til the crowd start booin and when we get thumped by
[Erick Onasis] No game, for no-names On the mic I spit flames, Rockwells to Janes I'm the nicest without me in the game it's a crisis - I control all mic devices Scratch and E yo, we keep shit poppin Control the mic, keep spittin and keep droppin Lose 'em or bruise 'em, ruin 'em Keep the madface screwin 'em Keep pursuin 'em, keep doin 'em all night til the crowd start booin and when we get thumped by
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, Ghost, what's up nigga?
This "Supreme" talkin' to you and shit
You caught me all the way in Staten Island to see you
Beat the two minute and thirty seven second clock
Suprise: time started already, muthafucka
Say that shit, nigga
[Ghostface Killah]
I'mma say it, don't get mad, y'all, I throw my darts sideways
Shoot 'em up, bang, bang, through me baby
Lovely lady, fuck the spades, drive the kid crazy
Before I go to bed, an hour later
People be talkin', I feed dolphins
My defense'll fly the coop off your mean office
My skills is a fortune, robbin' leech out a suite auction
Teach then fall off the greatest, fuck what they say
Cuz we against the abortions, and we
Lay low-oh-oh, silent those clowin' foes
Got them clothes for his new feud
Oxford Town lyrics
Oxford Town, Oxford Town Ev'rybody's got their hats bowed down The sun don't shine above the ground Ain't a-goin' down to Oxford Town. He went down to Oxford Town Guns and clubs followed him down All because his face was brown Better get away from Oxford Town. Oxford Town around the bend He comes to the door, he couln't get in All because of the color of his skin What do you th
in the roadOxford Town, Oxford Town Ev'rybody's got their hats bowed down The sun don't shine above the ground Ain't a-goin' down to Oxford Town. He went down to Oxford Town Guns and clubs followed him down All because his face was brown Better get away from Oxford Town. Oxford Town around the bend He comes to the door, he couln't get in All because of the color of his skin What do you th
We them Fat Albert, spot runnin' '86 crack viles and pictures
Lookin' all suspicous, I'm out..
[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, hold up! What the fuck you stop for?
(I got somethin' in my--) Nah, you can't be stoppin', g
What the fuck you ain't got -- aiyo, you buggin' and shit
Son, you gotta hurry the fuck up
Time is runnin' nigga, come! What the fuck??
[Ghostface Killah]
I work magic out of liquor store
Give me a dollar and I turn that bitch into five
And all I need is one more, to get things started
Get retarded, and once you -- I'mma fix these artists
Take 'em one by one, tie 'em up, line 'em up
Treat 'em like a cigar, fire them niggaz up
They be up in the club, six/three tree'd up
With them young 'keds with their gear all beat up
This is how I'
Got Your Soul lyrics
It's not what you're doing It's the current deep below It's not what you're thinking It's the passion that doesn't show And it's the smile in your heart As it's tearing apart Talking about your soul It's not what you're buying Don't need a guru or a priest It's not what you're selling Though some may offer you a piece And it's the pools in your eyes When a human thing dies Talking about your soul Doe
ma kill 'em with four lines leftIt's not what you're doing It's the current deep below It's not what you're thinking It's the passion that doesn't show And it's the smile in your heart As it's tearing apart Talking about your soul It's not what you're buying Don't need a guru or a priest It's not what you're selling Though some may offer you a piece And it's the pools in your eyes When a human thing dies Talking about your soul Doe
Hold your breath, say my name five times it's take's practice, yo
Decap' him with sayin' my name, it's like matches, yo
It's time to fuck up on account in a house, or blow
[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]
Na-na-na-na-na, nah, nah, fuck that four-line shit
You cheatin' and shit, I ain't come here for all that
(I'm tired, though lord, what the fuck)
What you mean you tired and shit, g?
You suppose to be that nigga, nigga then show me
If you that nigga! Then show me, nigga!
[Ghostface Killah]
I hold a mic like I'm Gail Sails
Hoppin' over chairs like O.J., my rushin' yards
Them pen, how the meter spray
Happy wife-beater day, don't touch my, cheeba hay
Get off my D-I, then go C the K's (case)
'Scuse me Mr. D.J., please play "Fish"
Or that "
Anarchy In The U.k. lyrics
AncarchyIn BedrockTwitch (x2)1, 2, 3, 4RightNow, hahahahahahahaI am an antichristI am an anarchistKnow what I want butKnow how to get itWanna destroyMr. Slade cause IWanna beFred FlintstoneAnarchy in BedrockStop in sometime and meet Betty and WillmaTry some Flint-Upside-Down-Rubble-Bubble cakeOr just tryFruityPebbles cause IWanna beFred Flintst
herChez", live meeting, ten four, may day-may dayAncarchyIn BedrockTwitch (x2)1, 2, 3, 4RightNow, hahahahahahahaI am an antichristI am an anarchistKnow what I want butKnow how to get itWanna destroyMr. Slade cause IWanna beFred FlintstoneAnarchy in BedrockStop in sometime and meet Betty and WillmaTry some Flint-Upside-Down-Rubble-Bubble cakeOr just tryFruityPebbles cause IWanna beFred Flintst
Callin' all cars, callin' all cars
We have an APB on Starks and Trife the God
We left the jewelry store, feelin' like we left the morgue
We was frozen, and I brought an iced out Trojan
That's for pussies whose golden, who got Toney wide open
I put my ring up to my man's waves and seen an ocean
Move like a wolf, kid, in sheep's clothing
Snatch the money bag off the milk truck and kept boating
I be potent like ibuprofen, I be coastin'
With two shotties on me, in your grimiest lobby smokin'
[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
This muthafucka made the clock!
Mutha-- where the fuck?
Yo, you be cheatin', mutha-, you be cheatin'
That's that Staten Island, bullshit
Theodore... you know you might be a Ghost
But you ain't Houdini, muthafucka!