Gunshowers

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]

Simple minds 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 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 to 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 puttin' 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 salts

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 sharks to swim by ya

'Cause every meek head that speak street cred ain’t bangin' heat lead

And probably cut like sweet bread, wetting their sheets spread

So, nigga, holla, I coin phrases to trigger dollars

It's butter-fly like them shirts made with bigger collars

Women thank the scholar, the broad-stealer, 

Who lay them face down and ass up like a card dealer

The time ceases, I keep a bed with dimepieces

As I palm another phenomenon rhyme thesis

'Cause on the contrary – I get it popping like Dom Pérignon

Beyond Tom, Harry, and Dick

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

It's Ghostface, nigga, never pleading 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'll have uncle murder your goons

Hoes and balloons, O.D.'ing on flights from Colombia

Pull your trunk through your neck when the cartel's done with ya

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 monkeys 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 rise and attack just like a vulture

Ghostface the next Escobar or Sosa