Alright someone more fluent in Ghostface correct me if I got anything wrong. I don't smoke dust...
We at the weedgate waiting for Jake, we want 8 ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling bellyaches
My associates and I are incarcerated in a correctional facility waiting to purchase 8 dime bags from a crooked corrections officer. Two of my associates are getting agitated because they have stomach pains.
Heavyweight rhyme writers hitting the grass stash the right bytch, pulled out this kite from this white bytch
We are excellent rappers. Im smoking marijuana and I begin reading a letter I received from a Caucasian female.
Talking bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nikka I know like when the cops come, you never hide your toast
The Caucasian female points out the brazenness of my illegal activities in the presence of law enforcement in the letter.
Guess started mad shyt, CVL ice water metallic, past tense placed in gold caskets
Fashion and jewelry are very important in the inner city urban black community of New York. So much so that some peoples loved ones buried them in gold caskets when they died.
Dru Hill bytches, specialist lounging at the mosque suede kufi rap undercover dentist
I am relaxing at a mosque with a few females from Baltimore, Maryland. I am receiving oral sex from them, but I dont want anyone to know.
Rhymes are made of garlic, never in the target when the NARCs hit, rumor is you might start to spit
My rhymes are so unique and creative that they ward away potential biters, like garlic to a vampire. My drug dealing activities fly under the radar of law enforcement. I have heard the woman giving me oral sex does not swallow semen, but rather spits.
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace wind lifted on the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by Ghost
I am telling myself I am a good rapper in the 3rd person. I sweep women off their feet at social events and give them mangos to eat before we enjoy a romantic evening together.
Duncan Hines monument cakes, we never half-baked Alaskan, sexcapade pushin new court dates
My friends and I grew up poor and were forced to eat cheap store-bought junk food, never fancy expensive cuisines. I have a lot of sex with women which leads to fathering children and having to show up in court at child support hearings.
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice, the branches in my weed be the vein
Some sort of an intense physical confrontation has occurred and my hands are sticky and red with blood. My testicles have been injured so I am putting ice on them to numb the pain. As I stare at my testicles, I noticed that the veins in them look like the stems in the marijuana I smoke.
Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you, see daddy rock a wristful
The lady in my life is beautiful enough to be a swimsuit model in a magazine. I dedicate my raps to her sincerely. I also would like to remind her that I wear expensive jewelry.
Moder-en slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles, layin like needles in the hospital
I believe in 5%er theology, so therefore I am God. Yet paradoxically, I am also a slave in this society which oppresses people of my race. I rap with powerful mortifying emotion that can hypnotize, disorient and wow the listener.
Five steps to conquer, Ac Bernadette breguets whistle, Ziploc the air here thistle
I am a very capable communicator. I drive an Acura that I have nicknamed Bernadette. My diamonds are so shiny and flashy that they will take your breath away. My rapping ability is like a flower that spreads seeds.
Ayo the devil planting fear inside the black babies, 50 cent sodas in the hood they gone crazy
Nefarious individuals in high positions of business and government are attempting to instill fear within African American youth in order to make them easier to control. Sugary drinks that can lead to serious health complications from too much intake are strategically placed in African American communities in order to achieve this goal.
Dead meat placed on the shelves we eating cold cuts, fast from the hog yall and grow up
We need to stop eating pork and make better dietary decisions.
Maybe Ill try the 2nd verse later.
superb is supposed to have written for ghost
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superb is supposed to have written for ghost
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Said he wrote for Shy too...Shy said what? Cause I used your hook? Your name in the credits LOL
"I didn't know she was young, I just like short bytches" - Superb of Killarmy LP
Scientific, my hand kissed it
Robotic let's think optimistic
You probably missed it, watch me dolly dikk it
Scotty Wotty copper-tipped me, big microphone hippie
Hit Poughkepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie
Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a Optimo
Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll
Tidy Bowl, gun hold pro, Starsky with the gumsole
Hit the rum slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel
But Ton' Stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide
Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie
I'm bout it, bout it - Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted
Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded
You fake cats done heard it first
On how I shytted on your turf that time
Cuban Link verse yo
Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry dripping
Face in the box, I seen your ear twitching
As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs
Give one to Rae', let's season they broth
Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva
Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder
Portfolio, looking fancy in the pantry
My man got bigger dimes son, your shyt is scampi
Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that
See Ghost lamping in the throne with King Tut hat
Straight off
Aiyyo spiced out Calvin Coolidge, lounging with 7 duelers
The Great Adventures of Slick, licking with 6 Rugers
Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodridge
Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs
Rotissiere ropes, hickory cinnamon scented glaze
Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke
All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal
Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam
Dancing with Blanche and them bytches, flicking goose pictures
Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches
Olsive compulsive lies flies with my name on it
dikk made the cover now count, how many veins on it
Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap
Ten years working for me, you wanna tap shyt?
Bong bong bong! Your bell went rung rung rung!
Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come