Return Of The Savage Lyrics - Adrian Younge

In the beginning, it's time for a new chapter 

Twelve more reasons to die, after the laughter 

It's relevant, the legacy lives on lavash 

Ghostface Killah, return of the savage 

In the beginning, it's time for a new chapter 

Twelve more reasons to die, after the laughter 

It's relevant, the legacy lives on lavash 

Ghostface Killah, return of the savage 

I ain't letting nothing live, horrific the ghost risen 

Stigmata scenery ill visions of being villains 

The taste of blood is left on my tongue, walk through the valley of death 

I see the reaper waiting with two snakes kissing 

I can't believe they took my wife and my kids, it's straight Lester 

Word to God, once I get em, I got em, the moments priceless 

Decapitating heads like a journalist snatched with isis 

I want revenge now! 

Spotted one of Delucas men, at a restaurant 

Eating spaghetti, drinking on Dom Pérignon 

With two other goons laughing, probably joking bout the murder 

I calmly approach them with the burner 

When they realized the real live G was about to serve 'em 

60 pieces blew through his jaw, closing his curtains 

Now it's total chaos, the people running for they lives 

The other cocksuckers tried reaching for their hammers 

But they was slow on their draw so I blammed em 

Taking they tops off like convertible dry burgundy phantom 

They say the taste revenge is sweet, well let me see 

Prepare the table for a feast, take a seat, and let's eat 

In the beginning, it's time for a new chapter 

Twelve more reasons to die, after the laughter 

It's relevant, the legacy lives on lavash 

Ghostface Killah, return of the savage 

In the beginning, it's time for a new chapter 

Twelve more reasons to die, after the laughter 

It's relevant, the legacy lives on lavash 

Ghostface Killah, return of the savage 

Beast mode, I'm resurrected, I hear the record spinning 

Early 70s, New York [?] 

And I see street life, the only life I know 

I see Liberty, I see the motherfucking Verrazanos 

I see gangstas getting money, bitches acting funny 

Stacks upon stacks, and not one nigga bummy 

Something ain't right, these ain't the greedy streets of Italy 

Where Logan and my seed? C'mon son, you kidding me? 

Who's calling me? Who's looking for the killer with no face? 

Who summoned me into this place? I need answers! 

Behave chancellors, I'm a vigilante killer 

No time for games and there ain't no nigga realer 

Let's talk business, you don't wanna leak your own blood 

State your name, before you get stretched like a rug!