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
Can Can
Ghostface Killah Lyrics
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Can it be, act like you know
Check it
Yo, check what happened out of state
I'm knocking off a half-a-cake cash rule, flying at a fast rate
I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin' in lust
Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush
I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom
I hung around the big time bosses
Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources
Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey
Chef had that bitch stacey slippin in Macy's
I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped
And got licked like papsy in a mob flick I got hit
Stumblin holdin my neck to the god's rest
Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my guess
Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery
Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?
I should've stayed in job corp, but now I'm a outlaw
Ray cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Dedicated to the gods and earths
Dedicated to babies who came feet first
Dedicated to up north and down state
Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights
Dedicated to projects with black kids
Dedicated to man who build pyramids
Word up! what the fuck yo?
We taking you on another chamber
Word up son, you know how we be on it
Yeah it's real
Show these crabs how to rhyme man
I think it's time to bless them, word up
Bulletproof
First chamber
Yo chef yo
It started off on the island, ak shaolin niggaz wildin
Old folks scream : stop the violence!
True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz
Playin nuff crap games for what see?
Back in days, crime pays in mad ways
Sportin tommy hil with caves 360 waves
And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 benz
Mad 10's with mad diamonds
Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife
I paid the price throughout my hood life
Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid
God forbid I lay in the casket
But now I'm all about g-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke
I wash my mouth out with soap
And I got my act together, 'lo sweaters and better
And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Ghostface Killah's song Can Can is a remix in which Ghostface Killah raps about his life as an outlaw, his experiences with the drug trade, and the violence that can come with it. The song is told in a narrative style, with Ghostface detailing events that happened to him, including getting shot and nearly killed by a rival drug dealer. He also speaks about the good times, including the camaraderie among his fellow outlaws and the money and status that came with the lifestyle.
In the first verse, Ghostface describes his drug dealing career, painting a vivid picture of his life in the drug trade. He describes his style of dress, his connections with big-time bosses, and the risks that come with the job. He also alludes to getting shot and nearly killed by a rival drug dealer, which he survived.
In the chorus, Ghostface reflects on his past life compared to where he is now. He questions if things were really as simple as they seemed back then, and who the song is dedicated to. He names a range of people, from those who are struggling to those who are living high off the proceeds of the drug trade.
Overall, the song Can Can is a thought-provoking look into the life of an outlaw and the consequences of living that lifestyle.
Line by Line Meaning
It's the remix son
The song is a remix
Can it be, act like you know
Is it possible? Act like you understand
Check it
Pay attention
Yo, check what happened out of state
Listen to what happened in another state
I'm knocking off a half-a-cake cash rule, flying at a fast rate
I made a lot of money and left quickly
I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin' in lust
I smoke heroin and became addicted
Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush
I was confident and played my cards perfectly
Baggy jeans, wallabee clarks, pretty woman
I wear baggy jeans and Wallabee Clarks shoes while being surrounded by attractive women
I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom
I shot and killed someone with a poisonous drug
I hung around the big time bosses
I associate with powerful people
Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources
We engage in illegal activities and share information while showing affection to each other
Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey
Criminals tried to arrest me but I evaded them like in the TV show Cagney and Lacey
Chef had that bitch stacey slippin in Macy's
My associate named Chef had a woman named Stacey steal from Macy's
I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped
I drift to sleep and have a memory of being caught in a bad situation
And got licked like papsy in a mob flick I got hit
I was killed in a way similar to Papsy in a mafia movie
Stumblin holdin my neck to the god's rest
I stumble and die, my body returning to the gods
Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my guess
Blood flows from my wounds coloring my clothing red
Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery
I suffer a serious injury and require surgery
Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?
Did someone from another state try to kill me?
I should've stayed in job corp, but now I'm a outlaw
I regret leaving job corps but now I am a criminal
Ray cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga
Ray Carategna carries a .44 gun
Dedicated to the gods and earths
This song is dedicated to the Five Percent Nation of Islam
Dedicated to babies who came feet first
This song is dedicated to babies who were born breech
Dedicated to up north and down state
This song is dedicated to all of New York State
Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights
This song is dedicated to wealthy drug dealers
Dedicated to projects with black kids
This song is dedicated to low-income housing areas with black children
Dedicated to man who build pyramids
This song is dedicated to ancient Egyptian builders
Word up! what the fuck yo?
Listen up! What's going on?
We taking you on another chamber
We are taking you on another journey
Yeah it's real
Yes, it's authentic
Show these crabs how to rhyme man
Demonstrate how to rap skillfully
I think it's time to bless them, word up
I believe it's appropriate to impress them
Bulletproof
Protected from gunfire
First chamber
First segment
Yo chef yo
Hey Chef, listen up
It started off on the island, ak shaolin niggaz wildin
It began on Staten Island with the Wu-Tang Clan acting recklessly
Old folks scream : stop the violence!
Elderly people protested against violence in the community
True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz
I watched drug dealers making money from a distance
Playin nuff crap games for what see?
Gambling with no regard for the consequences
Back in days, crime pays in mad ways
In the past, committing crimes was a lucrative way to make money
Sportin tommy hil with caves 360 waves
Wearing Tommy Hilfiger clothing with unique hair waves
And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 benz
Now, there's no loose ends to tie up and I drive an expensive car
Mad 10's with mad diamonds
I have numerous $10,000 bills and diamond jewelry
Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife
That's the life of luxury, sometimes people act unruly
I paid the price throughout my hood life
I suffered consequences throughout my life in the neighborhood
Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid
Remember, I got shot but that's over now
God forbid I lay in the casket
I hope I don't die soon
But now I'm all about g-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke
Now, I'm focused on making money with no time for drugs
I wash my mouth out with soap
I regret what I've said and wish to take it back
And I got my act together, 'lo sweaters and better
I improved my life by wearing luxury clothing
And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on
And thick leather, so whatever, I'm ready for anything
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Is it possible that everything used to be easier?
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: ROBERT F. DIGGS, RUSSELL T. JONES, DENNIS DAVID COLES, GARY E. GRICE, LAMONT HAWKINS, JASON HUNTER, CLIFFORD SMITH, COREY WOODS, MARILYN BERGMAN, ALAN BERGMAN, MARVIN HAMLISCH
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@georgesanders1132
Never seen this before, but it was very well done. Beautiful women and smiles, no booty shaking and fully clothed. They don’t make videos like this anymore.
@ghostrecon755
"Black sista to Brutha, I'm thinkin all the time how she can be my lover!" - Cappadonna 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
@marystackhouse3232
I Fuck Wit Cappa He Wuz My Nigga Ntha Crew,Oh Donna Oh Donna
@resonate3987
‘Ya backyard speak with thunder’.😂😂😂😂Only Ghostface.😂😂😂😂👌🏾
@kingsofcobra
That bar right there is exactly why I call my girl Thunder Buns
@truevynym1797
Big facts
@Jeter21881
RZA in his bag HEAVY on this album. Genius.
@tebogohamese4087
Raekwon's whole word play and flow 🔥
@marystackhouse3232
Itz Only Wool And Raeon
@chancregister2714
@@marystackhouse3232I'm just now catching that daaaang