Ghostface Killah is critically acclaimed for his loud, fast-paced flow, and his stream-of-consciousness narratives containing cryptic slang and non-sequiturs.
Ghostface Killah was raised in the Stapleton housing projects in Staten Island, New York. In his autobiographical song "All That I Got Is You", Ghost tells the story of his childhood. He raps about how he grew up in a three bedroom apartment without his father, who left him at the age of six. Apparently, his mother had nine children.
His stage name was taken from one of the characters in the 1979 kung fu film Mystery of Chessboxing.
He was also a close friend of the three founding members of Wu-tang clan
Black Jesus
Ghostface Killah Lyrics
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I don't wanna here nothin'
Word Up, got to pay
Yeah, it's like that right
Blow his Back out, make his shoes work
Ay yo, this shit be off the knock it rock
Whatever cock block it
Street corner
Foreigner hesitate to rock a Hummer
Navy Seal top runner, rhyme this summer
For real, marinatin' nigga's skatin'
Debatin' waitin' style flowinly relatin'
Fine line switch it on ya like Venetian blinds
The mission is mine, fabulous king I divine
Titanium Hydro collado, yo dunn dunn polly this conjunction
Son what, slang doctor, Medicaid the kids pay it
Say if these niggas in affect dunn, stay rap related
Cassette rhymer, 5-G co-signer, line for liner
Poet designer, sharp like liners
Mic of the year award, fly gear award
Them niggas over there be analyzing for one sword
Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent
'Nough shit to get your whole team
Crazily sent
Now all I need is a half gallon of weed
Proceed, to bust as Mike Ditka made three seeds
Then Max out like two Ack's inside the parking lot
Son Bark a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot
What now blow, clickin' like a calico
Gold max million, one love keep it real yo
Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, ice rocking niggas
Peace, the summers mine, I blow the biggest
Back up off me, while I grab my dick and hold the Heini
Park the Blue 600, Wally kings is right behind me
Tackle clubs, never rock Lugz, I'm way above
This mic is like golden gloves verses spark plug
Its like the pennant, Seminars the Play-off
Start the J off like Cochran got OJ off
The Specialist who eyeballed the mistress necklace
Perpetuous, this curly head kid's treacherous
Leggo the Eggo, so we can dip dip dive the gleego
Throwin' can-can, eat that plus this instrumental
Aww shit say Stark-ologist, Starks-ologist
Fried fish halibut
Pull out the bull horn
And celebrate like Kunta was born
We elbowed our way inside loud and got on
I played the building, burn a branch and get filled in
Like Pilgrims G-in' Pepridge farms from out a million
Who wanna rhyme, who wanna challenge the swordsman?
That rock that fisherman hat like Gorden's
I hose down the place
No shots to the face
Elite Special force no religion style faith
The meltin' pot boil gun shot drama soil
Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil
Man handle brain killin' erect my hidden
Streets may be potent put your 9-6 bid in
Vampire Curse disperse on each verse
Swim in black water, act slaughter through my earth
You're hit by my element Great Wall of China
Mountain Peak hold the globe like vagina
Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand
Finger rollin' rhythm ride the horse one hand
Golden Eye, Spy vs. Spy, guilty of suspicion
Chess boxer, mic in dead body position
40 oz. Ciga-art, three verse invented
Divine universal black man representin'
Similar the pure, rhyme blowing out the pore
Battery in the back, keep it charged for the raw
I'm bred type thorough, pistol lyro gun hero
Renaissance rebel shadow boxing your barrel
Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a humble
Hard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap styles
Lock down, for this curfew
The opening lines of Ghostface Killah's "Black Jesus" set the scene for the hard-hitting, fast-paced rap that follows. The repetition of "hit me" is a call to attention, and sets the tone for the power and intensity that follows. The line "blow his back out, make his shoes work" is a reference to gang activity and violence on the streets, indicating the harsh realities of life in the inner city. The lyrics that follow continue in this vein, with descriptions of life as a "street corner foreigner", navigating the dangers and pressures of living in a run-down urban environment.
Throughout the song, Ghostface Killah exhibits his lyrical prowess, demonstrating a rare skill for stringing together complex rhymes and metaphors that paint vivid pictures of his experiences. He references everything from Navy Seals to Venetian blinds, creating a tapestry of wordplay that shifts and changes from line to line.
Line by Line Meaning
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
I need some energy and motivation, let's go
I don't wanna here nothin'
Quiet down, let's focus
Word Up, got to pay
Listen up, there's a price to pay for what we want
Yeah, it's like that right
This is just how it is
Blow his Back out, make his shoes work
Be violent and deadly, scare people to the point that they run
Ay yo, this shit be off the knock it rock
This is the real deal, we're going hard
Whatever cock block it
No matter what obstacle is in our way
Cat get blown, who own this
Someone's getting killed, who's in charge here?
Street corner
Reference to the environment where the artist (Ghostface) grew up
Foreigner hesitate to rock a Hummer
Even someone from overseas knows not to mess with our streets
Navy Seal top runner, rhyme this summer
I'm the best at what I do, nobody can match me
For real, marinatin' nigga's skatin'
Truthfully, while I'm working hard, others are just messing around and failing at life
Debatin' waitin' style flowinly relatin'
I'm confident in my abilities and don't hesitate to show off my style and skill
Fine line switch it on ya like Venetian blinds
I can switch things up easily and unexpectedly
The mission is mine, fabulous king I divine
I'm in charge of what I do, I'm a fabulous and divine king
Titanium Hydro collado, yo dunn dunn polly this conjunction
My flow is so strong and unique it's like a titanium hybrid car, I can handle anything
Son what, slang doctor, Medicaid the kids pay it
I'm skilled with words and can help people, even those who can't afford it
Say if these niggas in affect dunn, stay rap related
If these guys are doing work out here on the streets, stay focused on hip hop
Cassette rhymer, 5-G co-signer, line for liner
I've been doing this for a long time, making mixtapes and signing deals
Poet designer, sharp like liners
I'm talented at creating rhymes and sharp like a blade
Mic of the year award, fly gear award
I've won awards for my music and fashion sense
Them niggas over there be analyzing for one sword
Those guys over there are looking for a fight
Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent
Being creative helps us make money and make a living
'Nough shit to get your whole team Crazily sent
We have enough weapons and resources to make everyone on our team feel powerful and crazy
Now all I need is a half gallon of weed
I just need some drugs and I'll be good
Proceed, to bust as Mike Ditka made three seeds
I'm going to keep going hard like a famous football coach and his three successful kids
Then Max out like two Ack's inside the parking lot
I'll take this to the limit like two cars racing in a parking lot
Son Bark a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot
Speak too much and you'll get beat up in an alleyway
What now blow, clickin' like a calico
What's the plan now? I'll shoot my gun like it's nothing
Gold max million, one love keep it real yo
I'm all about getting rich, but I still value honesty and realness
Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, ice rocking niggas
Hey, give me some help against these guys with fancy clothes and jewelry
Peace, the summers mine, I blow the biggest
I'm taking over this summer and I'm going to be a huge success
Back up off me, while I grab my dick and hold the Heini
Get away from me while I get ready for a fight and grip my gun
Park the Blue 600, Wally kings is right behind me
I'm driving a fancy car and my friends are supporting me
Tackle clubs, never rock Lugz, I'm way above
I'm too good to wear typical street fashion like Timberland boots
This mic is like golden gloves verses spark plug
My voice is like an award-winning boxer fighting a powerful engine
Its like the pennant, Seminars the Play-off
Winning the championship is like the final test after a lot of practice
Start the J off like Cochran got OJ off
I'm starting off strong, like a famous lawyer who helped a celebrity get off a murder charge
The Specialist who eyeballed the mistress necklace
I'm an expert at finding and targeting pockets of wealth
Perpetuous, this curly head kid's treacherous
I'm always scheming and dangerous, despite having curly hair
Leggo the Eggo, so we can dip dip dive the gleego
Let's get going and have fun, make some music together
Throwin' can-can, eat that plus this instrumental
I'm putting in work and making great music
Aww shit say Stark-ologist, Starks-ologist
Someone's calling me by my nickname, I'm well-known and respected
Fried fish halibut
I'm hungry
Pull out the bull horn
I'm making an announcement
And celebrate like Kunta was born
Let's party and celebrate like a famous historical slave was just born
We elbowed our way inside loud and got on
We made a big entrance and got noticed
I played the building, burn a branch and get filled in
I'm in control here and I can make things happen, including getting people killed
Like Pilgrims G-in' Pepridge farms from out a million
I'm moving fast, like the Pilgrims violently taking over Native Americans' land
Who wanna rhyme, who wanna challenge the swordsman?
Who's brave enough to try to out-rap me?
That rock that fisherman hat like Gorden's
I'm wearing a hat like a famous fisherman
I hose down the place
I'm attacking everyone with gunfire
No shots to the face
We have rules for how to attack and if you break them, you'll get punished
Elite Special force no religion style faith
We're a special and powerful group, but we have no religious motivation
The meltin' pot boil gun shot drama soil
This situation is dangerous and high-stakes, with lots of gunfire
Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil
I'm taking risks even when things are chaotic
Man handle brain killin' erect my hidden
I'm strong enough and deadly enough to control people's minds and kill them without being seen
Streets may be potent put your 9-6 bid in
The streets are dangerous and will hurt you, so make sure you're prepared for the current year
Vampire Curse disperse on each verse
My lyrics are dark and dangerous, like a vampire's curse
Swim in black water, act slaughter through my earth
I'm swimming in dangerous and violent seas and hurting people everywhere I go
You're hit by my element Great Wall of China
My presence is powerful and unstoppable, like the Chinese wall
Mountain Peak hold the globe like vagina
I'm on top of the world and in control, like a powerful woman
Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand
I'm measuring and carefully analyzing everything about my music and performance
Finger rollin' rhythm ride the horse one hand
I'm in control of the rhythm and flow of my music, like a skilled basketball player with one hand on the ball
Golden Eye, Spy vs. Spy, guilty of suspicion
I'm always on the lookout and can't trust anyone, including spies like in the James Bond movie
Chess boxer, mic in dead body position
I'm a skilled fighter both physically and lyrically, and I'll kill anyone who gets in my way
40 oz. Ciga-art, three verse invented
I'm talented at making music and smoking cigarettes while drinking alcohol
Divine universal black man representin'
I'm here representing black people and their divine power
Similar the pure, rhyme blowing out the pore
My rhymes are pure and come out of me naturally and powerfully
Battery in the back, keep it charged for the raw
I'm always ready and constantly powering up for when things get rough
I'm bred type thorough, pistol lyro gun hero
I'm uniquely and fully equipped for the violent lifestyle I lead
Renaissance rebel shadow boxing your barrel
I'm a unique and talented rebel ready to clash with the violence and power of others
Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a humble
My music is complex and powerful, and I can attack you rapidly but humbly
Hard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap styles
My music is so strong and powerful that it will hurt you, and I'll continue to perfect and refine my style
Lock down, for this curfew
Everyone stay in and stay safe, there's a lot of violence happening outside
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Written by: Corey Woods, Dennis David Coles, Lamont Hawkins, Robert F. Diggs
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@derekrogers5700
@@bobafett317 bro here’s my ranks
Rza✔️5
Gza✔️3
Method Man✔️4
ODB✔️6 RIP ✝️
Ghostface Killa✔️1
Inspectah Deck✔️8
Cappadonna✔️9
Masta Killa✔️10
Raekwon✔️2
Ugod ✔️7
Redman ✔️4*
The number is where I rank them
@reddhottron
U-God murdered this with a classic verse.
@Versez-All-Set
His best Barz hands down
@dawolf856
@Versez Hiphop Yup
@cun7us
He was at his prime in the '90s. Still my favourite in the Wu.
@MAHONEYDRO
I was just about to post who yall think kilt this song
@MAHONEYDRO
@@cun7us his album should have came out right around this time..they should have did the no limit thing and drop everybody album back to back
@medicalpiff803
U GOD completely killed his verse. Bruh went all the way in. 🔥
@bobafett317
indeed
@Goatchild90
U-God went in
@cun7us
For real. He took no prisoners on this one.