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
Clipse of Doom
Ghostface Killah Lyrics
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Matter 'fact y'all niggas get the fuck out the room, G!
Straight up! Sipping on that bullshit Budweiser!
Na hmean yo, what? Fuck you too nigga!
'Kind of pants you got on motherfucker, Capris?!
Bitch ass nigga, go get ya feet done!
Eat a dick nigga!
Old school Mercedes with a brand new baby glock
Right from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it
Capricorn, Aquarius
Lost so much blood, these bitch niggas in they periods
They say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice
And only fuck with cute bitches that get fly and boost
And they ears be chandeliers, lit up like a lamp, who cares
They cooch is fierce, the only thing loose is hairs
That's right y'all, if a rap nigga say my name I'm a fight y'all
Fuck a state, light charge
My predicate status, irrelevant
My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants
Jumbo shit from New Orleans
Players and pimps that bit off fiends
Quick, switch with the hands, powder blue Wally's is dyed, vanilla bBally's is mean
Kid, none of y'all motherfuckers fuck with my team, uh!
Ayo we the live niggas holdin heat on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers to mourners
Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags
Tango with dirty cash, cocaine jacks
"Kings of the Hill", out to blow like propane gas
Package the raw, Theodore, we got the game on smash
'Cause we cut from the same cloth
Big guns ready to bang off
Slide off the cables and take the rings off!
We hold the weight of four Synagogues
Jelly'd uptown in them beat down rented cars
Going mad wetting 'em
Milk cash, heavy tecs, hood rats, sexin 'em
Paris crew, little dudes, please!, I was reppin 'em
Niggas couldn't come through (word)
That's when the block was like wallpaper, loved sticking niggas like crazy glue
Blackouts happened, God forbid don't be around
The Bag Lady will murk you and let off in the next town
She struck two times, get caught, good luck blood, it ain't no heines
Blow a hockey puck hole in the back of your spine
She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your eyes
So when the cops look they see theyselves, they all gonna die
It's the tale of the crips and bloods, pimps and thugs
Get your face bashed in on the concrete rug
On that note I'm a say peace!
Theodore! Word to Darryl Mack's teeth!
Ayo we the live niggas holdin heat on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers to mourners
Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags
Tango with dirty cash, cocaine jacks
"Kings of the Hill", out to blow like propane gas
Package the raw, Theodore, we got the game on smash
'Cause we cut from the same cloth
Big guns ready to bang off
Slide off the cables and take the rings off!
Yo, ayo I'll break every bone in your wrist
Smack you in the back of your head on the block while you holding your dick
My semi, they call it the crouching tiger
A hundred bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers
Peel your potato like Arriada
On the day of your death people had candles but couldn't find no lighter
Fuck your marrow! Fuck your hood!
You ain't a street legend like me!
Blake Carrington holding the Dynasty
I muffle motherfuckers up like Meineke
And write a thousand bar verse that all rhymes with "eat"
Jewel thief, Shizzam bangles, in the vault deep
And cruisin' desserts mad heavy into salt treats
I'm the taste in Bush's mouth, nasty
Afghanistan missions, gun training in the grassy fatigues
Picking niggas off by the Red Sea
And did it all for Ghost, sniffin' on caffeine
The first verse of Ghostface Killah’s “Clipse of Doom” starts off with an explicit demand. He commands everyone to turn off the lights and vacate the room, emphasizing his focus and importance. He then raps about his appearance, driving an old Mercedes with a brand new Glock in his girlfriend's sock. He also references astrology, discussing his Capricorn and Aquarius signs as he makes fun of his rivals for bleeding like they are on their menstrual cycle. Ghostface Killah then references Tupac, stating that he lives his life with a sense of danger like the character Bishop from the movie Juice. He calls out his critics and boasts about his success with attractive women before threatening to fight anyone that says his name. The verses continue the same pattern of braggadocious lyrics, gun references, and expressions of dominance over rivals.
The second verse features Trife Da God, who emphasizes his own abilities on the streets. He speaks of his group's ability to wield power and money, as well as their capacity to dispose of dead bodies. He references the drug trade, boasting about the team's domination of the cocaine market. Trife Da God then raps about violence, describing his likelyness to break a rival's wrist or hit them in the back of the head. He refers to his gun as the “crouching tiger” and threatens to peel some unfortunate person's potato like Arriada, a reference to a medieval torture device. He then proceeds to criticize anyone who claims to be a street legend, except him. He finishes by describing some of his experiences, including training in gunplay and cruising the deserts.
Line by Line Meaning
Ayo, turn those lights down while I'm recording!
Lower the lights while I'm recording my music!
Matter 'fact y'all niggas get the fuck out the room, G!
Everyone except me, get out of the room right now!
Straight up! Sipping on that bullshit Budweiser!
Drinking this crappy beer, straight up!
Na hmean yo, what? Fuck you too nigga!
What do you mean? Fuck you too, man!
'Kind of pants you got on motherfucker, Capris?!
What kind of pants are you wearing, man? Capris?!
Bitch ass nigga, go get ya feet done!
You're a weak person, go get a pedicure!
Eat a dick nigga!
Go and perform a sexual act on yourself!
Catch me in the 80's drop
You can find me cruising around in my old school Mercedes from the 80's
Old school Mercedes with a brand new baby glock
I'm driving a classic Mercedes, but I also have a new gun
Right from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it
I'm keeping my gun hidden in my lady's sock along with two bullets
Capricorn, Aquarius
I was born between the Capricorn and Aquarius astrological signs
Lost so much blood, these bitch niggas in they periods
I've lost a lot of blood, but these weak guys are acting like they're on their periods
They say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice
People say I'm really living my life like Tupac did in the movie Juice
And only fuck with cute bitches that get fly and boost
I only sleep with attractive women who have good style
And they ears be chandeliers, lit up like a lamp, who cares
My girls' earrings are extravagant and brightly lit. It doesn't matter though
They cooch is fierce, the only thing loose is hairs
My girls are sexually active and confident. The only thing loose about them is their hair
That's right y'all, if a rap nigga say my name I'm a fight y'all
That's right, if a rapper mentions my name, they will have to fight me
Fuck a state, light charge
I don't care about getting a petty criminal charge
My predicate status, irrelevant
My criminal history doesn't matter anymore
My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants
My friend has a long criminal record, heavier than two elephants
Jumbo shit from New Orleans
I've got a lot of drugs and money from New Orleans
Players and pimps that bit off fiends
I know a lot of players and pimps who have taken advantage of drug addicts
Quick, switch with the hands, powder blue Wally's is dyed, vanilla bBally's is mean
Switch the drugs with your hands quickly. Powder blue Wally's are good, while vanilla Bally's are strong
Kid, none of y'all motherfuckers fuck with my team, uh!
You guys can't mess with my team
We hold the weight of four Synagogues
We have a lot of influence and power
Jelly'd uptown in them beat down rented cars
We drive rented cars in uptown while doing illegal activities
Going mad wetting 'em
We're killing people ruthlessly
Milk cash, heavy tecs, hood rats, sexin 'em
We're making a lot of money, carrying heavy guns, and having sex with some low-class women
Paris crew, little dudes, please!, I was reppin 'em
I was representing some small-time drug dealers from Paris
Niggas couldn't come through (word)
Nobody can stop me
That's when the block was like wallpaper, loved sticking niggas like crazy glue
At that time, the neighborhood was tough and people were sticking together like glue
Blackouts happened, God forbid don't be around
There have been power outages, so it's dangerous to be here
The Bag Lady will murk you and let off in the next town
This dangerous woman will kill you and escape to another town
She struck two times, get caught, good luck blood, it ain't no heines
She has killed two people before and if you get caught, your chances of survival are slim to none
Blow a hockey puck hole in the back of your spine
Shoot you in the back, causing a big hole in your spine
She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your eyes
She hacked up two mirrors and put them where your eyes used to be
So when the cops look they see theyselves, they all gonna die
When the police investigate this murder, they will see themselves in the mirrors and be killed
It's the tale of the crips and bloods, pimps and thugs
This is the story of gang members, pimps, and other criminals
Get your face bashed in on the concrete rug
You'll get your face smashed on the floor
On that note I'm a say peace!
I'm done here, peace!
Theodore! Word to Darryl Mack's teeth!
Shoutout to Theodore and Darryl Mack's teeth!
Yo, ayo I'll break every bone in your wrist
I will break every bone in your wrist
Smack you in the back of your head on the block while you holding your dick
I'll smack you in the back of your head while you're standing on the street holding your crotch
My semi, they call it the crouching tiger
My gun is a semi-automatic, and it's called the Crouching Tiger
A hundred bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers
My bullets are so strong that they can even eat through fibers in cereal boxes
Peel your potato like Arriada
I'll slice you up like a potato being peeled
On the day of your death people had candles but couldn't find no lighter
When you die, people will light candles in your memory but won't have a lighter
Fuck your marrow! Fuck your hood!
I don't care about your family or your community
You ain't a street legend like me!
You're not as famous or respected on the streets as I am
Blake Carrington holding the Dynasty
I'm so powerful, it's like I'm Blake Carrington holding onto the TV show Dynasty
I muffle motherfuckers up like Meineke
I silence people easily, like a Meineke muffler
And write a thousand bar verse that all rhymes with 'eat'
I can write a thousand bars that all rhyme with 'eat'
Jewel thief, Shizzam bangles, in the vault deep
I'm a jewel thief, stealing expensive bracelets from the vault
And cruisin' desserts mad heavy into salt treats
I'm driving in the desert while carrying a lot of drugs
I'm the taste in Bush's mouth, nasty
The things that I do are so bad, even President Bush would find them nasty
Afghanistan missions, gun training in the grassy fatigues
I've trained in gun combat while wearing camouflage in Afghanistan
Picking niggas off by the Red Sea
I've killed people by the Red Sea
And did it all for Ghost, sniffin' on caffeine
I did all of these things for Ghostface Killah, while hyped up on caffeine
Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Written by: Daniel Thompson, Dennis Coles, Theo Bailey
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