Mighty Healthy - Track Review
Mighty Healthy
Supreme Clientele
2000
Ghostface Killah
Mathematics
[Intro]
My God, so they are killers. I've heard lots of people say once a man's a
killer, they just keep on killing and killing, they sort of develop a taste
for blood.
Yeah, that's right. They kill one man, or kill ten,
it's all the same. After all they can only avenge one death.
(Ghostface Killah)
Both hands clusty, chillin wit my man Rusty
Low down, blew off the burner kinda dusty
The world can't touch Ghost, Purple Tape, Rae's co-host
Monty Hall Expo, intellect-u wreck pro
Son's tryflin' and fuck Wildflower on the cycle and
Pick up the broom thought I was Michael and
West Brighton pool, now I'm into Iron Duels
Turn nuns to Earths, Whoopie, she out of law school
Inhale breakbeats of hell, a-alike propel, parallel
Duracel nut, you flashed a burnt cell
Snap out of Candyland kids, the old rumor is
Blacks become immune to shit we never did like
Eatin dead birds, trust the pharmacy over herb
Men marryin' men, ill, they got the irvs
Pulsar, Scissorhand, wig vanished in the winter
Livin off land, you god damn right, I fuck fans
King me, Check-checkmate, props like the micro-chip founder
Connect the next stock with Bill Gates now
When we hug these mics we get busy
Come and have a good time with G-O-D
Make you snap your fingers or wiggle
Scream, shout, laugh or just giggle
Shake that body, party that body
Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry
That's word, I'm not the herb
Understand what I'm sayin' sayin' sayin'
Hit mics like Ted Coppel, rifle expert, let off the Eiffel
Burn a flag in your grass, despiteful
Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter
Culprit, prince of the game, wish you could see us
We lay low, glitter, wax, four bangles
Priceless roast, lay around the God, get tangled
Woolly hair, eyes firey red, feet made of brass
Twelve men followin' me, it be the God staff
Move, every script's like Miramax
Smashed the big boy, totaled it, Wilshire, Fairfax
Son beamin wifee on the beach, sippin Zima
Wu 'binos, to latinos, we love Selina
Over night, God schedules, FedEx
Pretty silhouette, velvet, nice DNA, scroll genetics
Too hot to handle, one thought from scramblin' demanding land
Hundred game, Wilt Chamberlain, smack em, say when
He rollin up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts
Yo kid stop frontin' on the grounds 'fore you get touched
This Canada Dry and cess with Allah, son, we won't ride
We want it so bad we might cry
[Outro]
What we do, depends on breath control, so it's the first thing
you must learn. Fortunately, it's easy. You'll soon learn.
My God so they are killers; killing and killing, they sort of
develop a taste for blood. My God, so they are killers.
My God, so they are killers.
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Originally Posted by BISHOP BLOODSHOT
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