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GHOSTFACE KILLAH lyrics : "The Rise of the Ghostface Killah ft. Adrian Younge"

The DeLucas pressed Tony's remains
Into 12 vinyl records
One for each member of the family

But little did they know
He would return


Medusa stare, my guns bust in silence
I'm a black vigilante killer, pro violence
It's the rebirth, born again

Rise through the vinyl spin
They took out Starks but the light shines within
It's the almighty rise of the murderous Ghostface

Bodies dropped in Owls, left a cold case
Colombian neckties from a black Gambino
Bodies get dumped in the black El Camino

It's Reno, gangster wars, money, power, respect
Revenge is felt like the heat from a Tech
Tommy guns are irrelevant,

I'm bulletproof now
I could fly through the air and duck your chick-a-pow
Black superhero, crime boss arch nemesis

Good vs. Evil since the first book of Genesis
Battle to the end that's the way of the thriller
And Starks is reborn as the Ghostface Killah

No one could get ill-er

Murders, bodies chopped into Ziplocs

Kill or be killed on these cobblestone street blocks
Crime boss, I call warn the DeLucas
Watch my eyes turn red, I got a squad full of shooters

Murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
When the gas start to hum I put the spark to your grill


Late night, stuck in the limo
Hogtie the capo all up,
Beheaded the driver

Left the (*##$ in the back with no tongue as the survivor
Raw dog, spit in her mouth, disappear in a swarm of killer bees
Cripple 'em from they knees, take they legs out

I'm a nighthawk, eagle eye, power of mind control
Faster than the speed of light, you catch a big hole
Ruthless, six bodies hung in the meat room

The butcher shop, I call it the body shop
Start from the bottom, killin' all the way to the top
Carve my name in your skin, pull a stocking mask over your face for recognition

No time for remission, attack till there's no one left in the position
The return of the worst case scenario, uh
Ghostface attacks on land and now aerial


Murders, bodies chopped into Ziplocs
Kill or be killed on these cobblestone street blocks

Crime boss, I call warn the DeLucas
Watch my eyes turn red, I got a squad full of shooters
Murder, murder, kill, kill, kill

When the gas start to hum I put the spark to your grill

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