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Ghostface Killah

The King Heard Voices

 

The King Heard Voices

(albüm: Czarface Meets Ghostface - 2019)


Yeah, this one sound crispy

[Ghostface Killah:]
Ayy yo, my glass rhymes bulletproof, my bullets got glass tips
My guns are so big that they dislocate hips
Slipped disc leave 'em mangled like gorillas in the mist
And your rib cage get caved like you was punched with an iron fist
Twisted, mind state's evil genius
And my wordplay sauté right up with the meanest slang
I drop lingo, bingo, I hit bullseye
Got your check wetter than the hands of the pool guy
Who am I? I'm Mister GFK
First to set it off, last to run away
I don't play, I'm a menace, fear like the dentist
Real street nigga, you hear it in every sentence
Whether Ghost or Dennis, I'm a legend in the hood
The Wallabee Champs still up to no good
Lay wood, sip an ice cold bottle of Guinness
And have your bitch suck me off 'til the beer is finished

[Kendra Morris:]
Far inside my drifting head
The stories that I ever read
They take me there
(This sound like I'm in a horror fucking church or something right now)
Far inside my drifting head
The stories that I ever read
They take me there (Uh-huh)

Greatness is nothing, I'm like the next Nike ad
Define me bad, I bring all hell like wifey mad
My soul sonic force, I make the planet rock
Loud pack rap, hear it from 'bout half a block
End up the scatter shop, murder is the case still
You get your face booked for a couple face bills
The love is fake but the hate's real
And where were they before the deal?
I'm saying, fuck how they feel
Lean on 'em, it's just routine on 'em
Call 'em supreme, my team balling, the cream calling
Ain't no mistaking 'em, maybe praying, I'm staking 'em
Racing to stay on pace with 'em, paper chasing, I'm raking in
Blake Griffin how I slam, straight spitting that piff
The bass kick, straight lift 'em out the stands
Made man hunger more, it's like a stomach raw
My lines shine on the mic like chrome twenty-fours

[Kendra Morris:]
Far inside my drifting head
The stories that I ever read
They take me there
(This some horror shit, wild shit, yeah)
Far inside my drifting head
The stories that I ever read
They take me there

Don't get dunked over beef like some marinade
Life's a masquerade, I put on a mask and raid
I smack a rapper like I'm slapping on some aftershave
There's a wide line between being brave and acting brave
Used to be up on the train banging Jack of Spades
Now these groupies want the D like a passing grade
Don't get it twisted like my daughter Allie's braids
Keep on talking, that shit'll get your casket laid
You ain't a dealer, you faking
You flipping bricks, you a mason
But peep it, you don't keep it a secret when hands shaking
Your army march slow 'cause the CZAR flows bizarro
Like Superman's arch foe, it's actually Lex
Well I'm actually grabbing and slapping the back of your neck
For coming out your face, I make 'em apes while you run in place
Another victim bar like I got 'em lots of prison
But the stuff I'm kicking ain't corrupted like the justice system
Black riddle feeling trapped in America
'Cause the cops should've been Captain America
With that iron, man, they put you in the dirt or frying pan
With no body cam, another body, damn

Another senseless act of violence triggered by the easily triggered long arm of the law
In other news, Kim Kardashian's thieves have disappeared in Tiger's woods. Now, let's get back to the real shit

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