if i die
my seed will be ill as me,
aproachin me yo outta respect chop ya neck
____________________________
open the gates peace i'm out jettin like a runaway slave
if i die
my seed will be ill as me,
aproachin me yo outta respect chop ya neck
____________________________
open the gates peace i'm out jettin like a runaway slave
pretty straight forward
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Why ? Yo i thought i told yall.. lemmi repost my shit up in this mafucca right here 4u cats iight
watch this space fam
Why yall gota try understand they words for ?
Its a philosophically metaphorical interpration of a ones expression.. ya'mean.
Fuc wat yall think, but yo, on the regular all they really do is spit ebonical hoodcode only few can handle.. Tho an individual may be entitled to decipher howeva they feel, usually the performer is referring to something that relates personally to him/her which happens to include non-descript words they invent, whether it be from grains or grownmen (i.e. Snoops "shizzle")
These men was Born and Bred in the street, if u ain about that its a shame seein' a mafucca resortin' to lookn ghetto for feedback... ya'mean.
But anyway, luckily for dem cats, Wu's immensely deep structure of minds and knowledge spans galaxies. Enough to satisfy the populis tenfold, no matter the meanin'
Do The Knowledge
This is why I can't get into Rae and Ghost much. I prefer Deck and GZA.
deck's tha shit
"BACK TO FUKIN WERK 1 OF YOUR THREADZ JUST GOT DUSTED"
ima throw my 2cents in... cos yo its the 100th POST MAFUCCCCCAS ya'mean
from Belly soundtrack.....Windpipe-Rza, ODB, Ghostface....
Ghost verse is nuts.....i tried to copy n paste the lyrics but my comp aint doin it for some reason....can some1 post that shit up?
read the MF Doom & Ghost interview, the lyrics on Nutmeg mean fuck all.
Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent outOriginally Posted by the silencer
One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out
Like I owe somethin, check they stance they frontin
I'm two seconds from twistin y'all shit over nuttin
All a sudden ice grills kid you did a baby bid
In the mix, almost hung yourself, slit ya wrists
To the maximum, hand me the forty I'll thrash 'em
Split out, guess who gassed 'em, made Ghost throw his mask on
Trauma the block pro, bar sledge slang ho
Runnin from two-inch soles, some rap and I might blow
World Cup, some been blessed wit the Stanley
Yvonne lend you autographed racket wit the hankey
Sideline manuever, polished wack MC remover
Niggaz wit long nails cuttin me, leavin bruises
Cantelopes, tied a thousand on y'all folks
Came home, this dusthead dude tryin to play me close
Sweepin, peep fears, Liz wants to chop in this kid
I might do magic make him disappear
Rear-rose that nigga, Isotola Coca-Cola holder
Snap the granola, sprinkle ginko bola
Venom from a cobra, laced in the cummy ball odor
Soaked through a strainer, here's a dose of
the King James version, displayed just like Samsung
Wit effects that'll kill Rogers 007
Hanna Barbera, Park's the opposite of Bambi the deer
Fuck wit mics like Sonny and Cher
Or maybe the captain internet, immaculate golden seal
Nice like Mr. Whittendale your girl Chippendale
Shallah Price all up in ya dogged-out trench
When I snatched that, shit was broke shoulda sent ya ass back
And where's the key to the hatchback, pop that
Get in throw a bag full of mic's in there, respect that
props...
crazy ghost verse right there...
Terry-cloth robes, crisp hundreds in the envelope
Duke it on the globe, thank God for my Wallabee shoes
They done saved me, up three-nothin and Salt Lake City
Burgundy minks, whips with sinks in em
Brocolli blown, illa disease breath, elephant skin
Meet the black Boy George, dusted on my honeymoon
ya^...
Mad funny topic though, these ghost lyrics are hilarious...
keishas house is one of my favorite joints along with childs play.those two joints are the best in my reality.
guzzelled a couple now seeing double
rubbing my girl leg lookin at barbra her sister got a nice bubble
i used to fuk her while she was seeded by bags from brooklyn
he drove a jag she cut me off wen she turn muslim
geneus!!!!
i think it all does make sense, or i'd like to think so. basically, it probably makes sense but from his point of view. it might be some inside shit that only he might understand. although some of the stuff might not make sense to us, that s not to say that it doesnt mean anything. he just never filled us in. if he wouldve told us how it relates to anything, we would ve been like "oh, ok i see what your saying." its basically like we dont know what the fuck some emcee names mean until we ask them, then we know what s up.
^make sense? Nah son, lmao. Of course they dont "make sense". Can you understand them? NO! So they dont make sense!
Ghost says so himself, he says he just used words alot of the time that just fitted the flow and how his was doing it. Theres no point in trying to "understand", just enjoy the wordplay.
Trying to say theres some hidden or encpy[ted story/sense in his verses is bullsht. Hes just abstract in a way no other rapper can be, but he can alos be the best storyteller, thats why hes one of the best yet.
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