Ghost Deini (Original Version)

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]

Yo, summertime holdin' a nine, split the vega in half

Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff grass

Bank stoppin', hide your rocks, hydraulic

The kid with the most knowledge will obtain and touch top dollars

Hold me down, hand me my cape

Dust and bake activate, fuck 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 elements in gold

Signs from the Most High causes me to break the mold

How the fuck was y'all niggas thinkin'?

You think I fell off the ledge?

The legеndary Ghost Deini might be dead?

Nеver, impossible, pull out black burners like tonsils

Two Galants, hittin' if we got to

Bustin' at y'all niggas daily, wall to wall, hawkin'

Suckin' your teeth 'cause God chain-talkin'

Like Ghostface this, Ghostface that, Ghost sold crack

Now his revelations spoken through rap

Veloured down like the Sheikh 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 Frederick Douglass

You know what? Ayo, fuck this!

Ayo, 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

[Bridge: Ghostface Killah]

Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of mine

You stood for somethin', ugh

2Pac, Biggie, ohhhh, how we miss you so

We want y'all both to know

We really love you sooo

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]

Ayo, I'm Gucci down, Wally boots, Jamaican hat, long 4-pound

Ask niggas how I get down

Don't speak much, deluxe plush imaginations, hold a note like Willie Hutch

You might've bumped into me on the Rikers bus

Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve

Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese

Come on, we juggle mics, three Card Molly, amps advance

To the final, show these niggas how the way we dance

Hot night, Jamaica, came through in a booger green '68 Pacer

Mad paper, high as a fuck, truck

Two rappers got stuck that night, I ain't saying no names

They know who, thank you for the chains

Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, Cali weed

30 seconds 'til we tear and decease, quick, call my seeds

Dipped in the crowd, the ho spotted me

He knew not to call my name out, he walked off softly

We exactly formed like Christ and his Disciples

Black fatigues, lethal-faced doonie, he held the rifle

We had the whole shit shook, your favorite rappers droppin' their drinks

On the low, tuckin' their links, we made eighty off the books

[Verse 3: Superb]

One of the illest since Magic Johnson, no disrespect

But metaphors'll keep me out the projects

Rap connects'll keep me correct

Ayo, I wrote this on Donnie roof, after his funeral, on one knee

Thinkin' his killer's followin' me

So to my nigga Donnie, up there

Can you please tell God that we fucked up here?

You got beer, weed, guns, AIDS

All these obstacles, it's hard to make it nowadays

Why's the Devil winning? Some say it's our fault

If that's the answer, you know smokin' cause cancer

Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain behind

My tape stay at the beginning because 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 motherfuckin' cognac, I'll kill you!

I can't feel you

Ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my dollars

I fuck with rottweilers, no leashes, no collars

Brolic scholars, that's Ghost Deini!!