Ghost Deini - Wu-Tang Clan

Yo, summer time, holding the nine, split the Vega in half

Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff grass

Bank stopping, hide your rocks, hydraulic

The kid with the most knowledge

Will obtain and touch top dollars

Hold me down, hand me my cake

Dusty, bake, activate

Fuck your corny debates

I’m like cake, or maybe like ten thousand dollar 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 legendary Ghost Deini might be dead?

Never, impossible, pull out black burners like tonsils

Two Galants, hitting if we got to

Busting at y’all niggas daily, wall to wall, hawkin'

Sucking your teeth 'cause God chain-talking

Like Ghostface this, Ghostface that

Ghost sold crack, now his revelations spoken through rap

Velour-ed 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?

Aiyo, fuck this!

Aiyo, 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

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

Aiyo, 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 dropping they drinks

On the low tucking they links, we made eighty off the books

One of the illest since Magic Johnson, no disrespect

But metaphors’ll keep me out the projects

Rap connects’ll keep me correct

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

Thinking his killer’s following 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 smoking cause cancer

Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain behind

My tape stay at the beginning 'cause 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 motherfucking 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!