Ghost Deini Lyrics - Supreme Clientele - Ghostface Killah

"In an enemy land..." 

"Ack, just by destroying Starks Enterprises, 

we could cripple their national defence. 

So, you Professor Finkle, the world's greatest 

expert on electricity must devise the destruction 

of Starks' mighty guardian, Ironman." 

[Ghostface Killah] 

Yo, summer time holdin the 9, split the Vega in half 

Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff grass 

Bank stoppin, high-derox hydrolic 

Kid with the most knowledge will obtain to touch top dollars 

Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, activate 

Fuck your corny debates 

I'm like cake or maybe like $10, 000 rabbits 

The kid walked thru, switch up his accent "Now I'm from Paris" 

Cash the bill, frozen element, Seagal 

Signs from the most high causes me to break them all 

How the fuck was y'all niggas thinkin? You think I fell off the ledge? 

The legendary Ghost Deini might be dead? 

Never, Impossible, pull out black burners like tonsils 

to gallants, hit 'em if we go to 

Bustin at y'all niggas daily 

Wall-to-wall, Hawkins 

Suckin your teeth cuz God chain-talkin 

like Ghostface this, Ghostface that 

Ghost sold crack, now his revelations spoken thru rap 

Valored down like the sheik of Iran 

Gasoline CREAM wrapped in hospital bands 

Model vans, Michael Davis, it's me against housin 

Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to control thousands 

Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Fredick Douglas 

You know what? Eh yo, fuck this 

Eh yo, how can I move the crowd? 

First of all, ain't no mistakes allowed 

Here's the instructions, put it together 

It's simple ain't it? Well, quite clever 

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Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of mine 

You stood for somethin, ugh 

Tupac, Biggie, ohh how we miss you so 

We want y'all both to know 

We really love you so 

Eh yo, I'm Gucci down 

Wally boot, Jamaican hat, long 4-pound 

Ask niggas how I get down 

Don't speak much, deluxe plush 

Imaginations holdin all like Willie Hutch 

You might've bumped into me on the Riker's bus 

Weed in my teeths, jem in my beauty sleep, sleeve 

Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese 

Come on, we juggle mic's 

We come on all the amps, advance the final 

Show these niggas how the way we dance 

Hot night, Jamaica 

Came thru in a boger green '68 Pacer 

Had mad paper, high as a fuck 

Truck, 2 rappers got stuck that night 

I ain't sayin no names, they know who, thank you for the change 

Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, Cali weed 

30 seconds till we tear and decease 

Quick, call all my seeds dipped in the crowd 

The hoe spotted me, knew not to call my name out 

He walked off softly, we exactly 

formed like Christ and the disciples 

Black fatigues, leathal-faced dunnie, he held the rifle 

We had the whole shit shook, you favorite rapper's droppin they drinks 

On the low, tuckin they links, we made 80 off the books 

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[Superb] 

It's like '86, Magic Johnson, no disrespect 

My metaphors'll keep out The Projects 

Rap connects'll keep me correct 

Eh yo, I wrote this on Donnie roof 

After his funeral, on one knee 

Thinkin his killer's followin me 

So to my nigga Donnie, up there 

Can you please tell God that we fucked up here? 

We got beer, weed, guns, AIDS 

All these obsticles, it's hard to make it nowadays 

Watch the Devil in it, some say it's our fault 

If that's the answer, you know smokin can cause cancer 

Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain behind 

My tape stay at the beginnin cuz that's how they rewind 

Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine, and we don't drink wine 

If you don't bring me some motherfuckin cognac, I kill you 

I can't feel you 

Ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my dollars 

I fuck with rockwilders, no leashes, no collars 

Brolic scholars, that's Ghost Deini!