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GHOSTFACE KILLAH lyrics : "Beat The Clock"

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, Ghost, what's up ^!$$%?
This "Supreme" talkin' to you and %#@!

You caught me all the way in Staten Island to see you
Beat the two minute and thirty seven second clock
Suprise: time started already, mutha$#[email protected]

Say that %#@!, ^!$$%

[Ghostface Killah]

I'mma say it, don't get mad, y'all, I throw my darts sideways
Shoot 'em up, bang, bang, through me baby
Lovely lady, $#[email protected] the spades, drive the kid crazy

Before I go to bed, an hour later
People be talkin', I feed dolphins
My defense'll fly the coop off your mean office

My skills is a fortune, robbin' leech out a suite auction
Teach then fall off the greatest, $#[email protected] what they say
Cuz we against the abortions, and we

Lay low-oh-oh, silent those clowin' foes
Got them clothes for his new feud in the road
We them Fat Albert, spot runnin' '86 crack viles and pictures

Lookin' all suspicous, I'm out..

[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]

Aiyo, hold up! What the $#[email protected] you stop for?
(I got somethin' in my--) Nah, you can't be stoppin', g
What the $#[email protected] you ain't got -- aiyo, you buggin' and %#@!

Son, you gotta hurry the $#[email protected] up
Time is runnin' ^!$$%, come! What the $#[email protected]??

[Ghostface Killah]
I work magic out of liquor store
Give me a dollar and I turn that (*##$ into five

And all I need is one more, to get things started
Get [email protected]$!ed, and once you -- I'mma fix these artists
Take 'em one by one, tie 'em up, line 'em up

Treat 'em like a cigar, fire them ^!$$%z up
They be up in the club, six/three tree'd up
With them young 'keds with their gear all beat up

This is how I'mma kill 'em with four lines left
Hold your breath, say my name five times it's take's practice, yo
Decap' him with sayin' my name, it's like matches, yo

It's time to $#[email protected] up on account in a house, or blow

[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]

Na-na-na-na-na, nah, nah, $#[email protected] that four-line %#@!
You cheatin' and %#@!, I ain't come here for all that
(I'm tired, though lord, what the $#[email protected])

What you mean you tired and %#@!, g?
You suppose to be that ^!$$%, ^!$$% then show me
If you that ^!$$%! Then show me, ^!$$%!

[Ghostface Killah]
I hold a mic like I'm Gail Sails

Hoppin' over chairs like O.J., my rushin' yards
Them pen, how the meter spray
Happy wife-beater day, don't touch my, cheeba hay

Get off my D-I, then go C the K's (case)
'Scuse me Mr. D.J., please play "Fish"
Or that "CherChez", live meeting, ten four, may day-may day

Callin' all cars, callin' all cars
We have an APB on Starks and Trife the God
We left the jewelry store, feelin' like we left the morgue

We was frozen, and I brought an iced out Trojan
That's for [email protected]#( whose golden, who got Toney wide open
I put my ring up to my man's waves and seen an ocean

Move like a wolf, kid, in sheep's clothing
Snatch the money bag off the milk truck and kept boating
I be potent like ibuprofen, I be coastin'

With two shotties on me, in your grimiest lobby smokin'

[Outro: Ghostface Killah]

This mutha$#[email protected] made the clock!
Mutha-- where the $#[email protected]?
Yo, you be cheatin', mutha-, you be cheatin'

That's that Staten Island, bull%#@!
Theodore... you know you might be a Ghost
But you ain't Houdini, mutha$#[email protected]!

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