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Gunshowers
(专辑: Sour Soul - 2015)
[Verse 1
Ghostface Killah:] Simpleminds get blown, shattered into pieces My thesis is thick like the
Book of Eli We live we die, we put 'em in the
sky Free your mind as a
slave like the
Fourth of July This a
sandstorm created from original thought I
bust boundaries son, you just do what you're taught My vocab is powerful, spit shit subliminal Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual Mind body and soul, I'm a
strong individual Come through in the
final hour, with gun showers Stand the
fuck up like Flav and fight the
power I'm an activist, socialist, deadly ass poetrist Supreme Clientele, I'm a
goddamn vocalist My thoughts are so heavy I
could change a
generation The
x-factor, we putting holes through inflation [Verse 2
Elzhi:] If you hit the
rock bottom of the
asphalt, that's likely your ass fault My lines are cocaine, the
flow is bath salt I'm a
for-sure Don, no one in your circle can box me That's like an oxymoron I
flirt with building your empire Gotta shake the
snake in the
grass and spark shots to swim by ya Cuz every meek head that speak street cred ain't bangin heat lead And probably cut like sweet bread when in they sheets bread So nigga holla, I
coin phrases to trigger dollars Its butterflies like the
shirts made with bigger collars Women thank the
scholar, the
broad stealer Who laying face down and ass up like a
card dealer The
time ceases, I
keep a
bed with dime pieces As I
palm another phenomenon rhyme thesis Because on the
contrary, I
get it popping like Dom Perignon beyond time hairy and thick You can declare me as sick [Verse 3
Ghostface Killah:] Highly contagious Bathsalt flows leaving bodies all on stages Locked behind cages, Don of all ages Its Ghostface nigga never plead in the
cases But I
plead the
fifth, four-fifth by the
belt buckle Crack stone-faced niggas with the
steel of a
knuckle Go ahead and chuckle, I
have uncle murder your goons Hoes in balloons, ODing off rice from Columbia Pull your trunk through your neck when the
cartel's done with you Supreme talk boss, verbal holocaust I'm a
thriller Have you jumping out, they sleep, Wigs hand me a
Miller Sick the
dogs sitting in their shoes My iron monkies spit banana clips with thick traps like Terry Crews Silverbacks with high tracks, fuckin relax Got a
duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture rises in attack just like a
vulture Ghostface the
next Escobar or Sosa
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