Ghost Deini Lyrics

Ghostface Killah

publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Robert F. Diggs, Dennis David Coles
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length: 1:51

"In an enemy land"
"Ack, just by destroying Starks Enterprises,
We could cripple their national defense.
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 holding the 9, split the Vega in half
Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff grass
Bank stopping, high-derox hydrolic
Kid with the most knowledge will obtain to touch top dollars
Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, activate
**** your corny debates
I'm like cake or maybe like $10,000 rabbits
The kid walked through, 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 **** was y'all *****s thinking? 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
Busting at y'all *****s daily
Wall-to-wall, Hawkins
Sucking your teeth cause God chain-talking
Like Ghostface this, Ghostface that
Ghost sold crack, now his revelations spoken through rap
Valored down like the sheik of Iran
Gasoline CREAM wrapped in hospital bands
Model vans, Michael Davis, it's me against housing
Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to control thousands
Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Fredick Douglas
You know what? Eh yo, **** 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 something, ugh
Tupac, Biggie, oh 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 *****s how I get down
Don't speak much, deluxe plush
Imaginations holding 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 *****s how the way we dance
Hot night, Jamaica
Came through in a boger green '68 Pacer
Had mad paper, high as a ****
Truck, 2 rappers got stuck that night
I ain't saying 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 **** shook, you favorite rapper's dropping they drinks
On the low, tucking 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
Thinking his killer's following me
So to my ***** Donnie, up there
Can you please tell God that we ****ed up here?
We got beer, weed, guns, AIDS
All these obstacles, 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 smoking can cause cancer
Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain behind
My tape stay at the beginning cause 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 **********ing cognac, I kill you
I can't feel you
Ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my dollars
I **** with rockwilders, no leashes, no collars
Brolic scholars, that's Ghost Deini!

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