Clipse of Doom )
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyyo, turn those lights down while I'm recording!
Matter 'fact y'all niggaz get the fuck out the room, G!
Straight up! Sipping on that bullshit Budweiser!
Nah'mean 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!

[Verse 1]
Catch me in the 80's drop
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 niggaz in they periods
They say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice
And only fuck with fly bitches that get fly and boost
And they ears be chandelliers, 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 shits from New Orleans
Players and Pimps that bit off Fiends
Quick, switch with the hands, Powder blue wally's is dyed, Vanilla bally's is mean
Kid, none of y'all motherfuckers fuck with my team, Uh!

[Chorus: Trife Da God]
Aiyyo we the live niggaz holdin heat on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers to morners
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!

[Verse 2]
We hold the weight of four Synagogues
Jelly'd uptown in them beat down rented cars
Going mad wetting 'em
Milk cash, heavy tecks, hood rats, sexin 'em
Paris crew, little dudes, please!, I was reppin 'em
Niggaz couldn't come through (word)
That's when the block was like wallpaper, loved sticking niggaz 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
Its 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!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
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 couldnt 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 niggaz off by the Red Sea
And did it all for Ghost, sniffin on caffeine!

Overall Meaning

In Ghostface Killah's song "Clipse of Doom," he displays his lyrical mastery by creating vivid imagery through his lyrics, which are brimming with boasting and vulgarity. The song is an essential in the Wu-Tang Clan's discography, and it features the trademark rugged beat with aggressive lyrics.


Ghostface Killah's opening line, "Aiyyo, turn those lights down while I'm recording! Matter 'fact y'all niggaz get the fuck out the room, G!" sets the tone for the whole song, as he demands respect and attention. He then goes on to describe his drug-dealing activities and how he prefers women who are just as fly as him. The verse ends with a message to his enemies, warning them that they will face consequences if they speak his name.


The chorus features Trife Da God, who boasts about his crew's strength on the streets, their involvement in money-laundering activities, and their propensity to turn even mothers into mourners. The song's final verse highlights Ghostface Killah's violent tendencies, his hatred for his enemies, and his expertise in weapons, particularly his semi-automatic, which he calls the crouching tiger. The song's lyrics are brimming with aggressive energy, themes of gang violence, and criminal activity, which are the hallmarks of Wu-Tang Clan's music.


Line by Line Meaning

Aiyyo, turn those lights down while I'm recording!
Please lower the lights while I'm recording.


Matter 'fact y'all niggaz get the fuck out the room, G!
Everybody except me recording should leave the room.


Straight up! Sipping on that bullshit Budweiser!
I am drinking Budweiser, but I don't enjoy it.


Nah'mean yo.. what? Fuck you too nigga!
I don't understand what you're saying and I don't like your attitude, either.


'Kind of pants you got on motherfucker, Capris?!
Are you wearing Capris? What a ridiculous thing to wear.


Bitch ass nigga, go get ya feet done!
Insulting someone by telling them to go get a pedicure.


Eat a dick nigga!
Insulting someone by telling them to perform a sexual act on themselves.


Catch me in the 80's drop
I'll be cruising around in a car from the 1980s.


Old school Mercedes with a brand new baby glock
I'm driving an old Mercedes with a new handgun.


Right from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it
I carry my gun in my lady's sock with two bullets in it.


Capricorn, Aquarius
My astrological signs.


Lost so much blood, these bitch niggaz in they periods
I've been in many fights and won them, while my opponents have not; I'm using a metaphor - saying they have a menstrual period.


They say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice
People say I take my roles too seriously, like Tupac in Juice.


And only fuck with fly bitches that get fly and boost
I only associate with attractive women who dress well and have nice things.


And they ears be chandelliers, lit up like a lamp, Who cares?!
The women I'm with have flashy, expensive earrings, but it doesn't matter to me.


They cooch is fierce, the only thing loose is hairs
The women I'm with have well-groomed private parts.


That's right y'all, if a rap nigga say my name I'm a fight y'all
If another rapper disses me in their music, I'll retaliate aggressively.


Fuck a state, light charge
I have no regard for the police or law enforcement.


My predicate status, irrelevant
My past criminal history is not important.


My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants
My friend has a long criminal record.


Jumbo shits from New Orleans
I have drugs from New Orleans.


Players and Pimps that bit off Fiends
I work with drug dealers and prostitutes who sell drugs to addicts.


Quick, switch with the hands, Powder blue wally's is dyed, Vanilla bally's is mean
I need to quickly switch out my shoes.


Kid, none of y'all motherfuckers fuck with my team, Uh!
Nobody can mess with my crew.


Aiyyo we the live niggaz holdin heat on the street corners
We're the tough guys with guns on the street corners.


Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers to morners
We'll attack you so violently that your mother will mourn your death.


Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags
We're involved in illegal activities, including covering up murders.


Tango with dirty Cash, Cocaine jacks
We're involved in illegal drug deals.


'Kings of the Hill', out to blow like propane gas
We're powerful and intent on getting rich.


Package the raw, Theodore, We got the game on smash
Our drugs are high quality and we have a lot of it.


'Cause we cut from the same cloth
We share similarities and a sense of camaraderie.


Big guns ready to bang off
We're armed and ready to shoot.


Slide off the cables and take the rings off!
We're going to quickly escape and steal valuable items.


We hold the weight of four Synagogues
We have a massive amount of illegal drugs.


Jelly'd uptown in them beat down rented cars
We're driving around in run-down rental cars.


Going mad wetting 'em
We're causing harm to others and enjoying it.


Milk cash, heavy tecks, hood rats, sexin 'em
We're making a lot of money, using guns, associating with women from the hood, and having sex with them.


Paris crew, little dudes, please!, I was reppin 'em
I have connections with a criminal gang from Paris, and I represent them.


Niggaz couldn't come through (word)
People were afraid to come around me and my crew.


That's when the block was like wallpaper, loved sticking niggaz like crazy glue
Our territory was solid, and we enjoyed harming people.


Blackouts happened, God forbid don't be around!
We caused power outages during our violent activities, and it was dangerous to be nearby.


The Bag Lady will murk you and let off in the next town!
A female assassin will kill you and dump your body in the next town over.


She struck two times, get caught, good luck blood, it ain't no heines
She has killed two people already and if she gets caught, you're out of luck because she's ruthless.


Blow a hockey puck hole in the back of your spine
We have the ability to shoot you severely in the back.


She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your eyes
The person who kills you will mutilate your face.


So when the cops look they see theyselves, they all gonna die
If the police investigate your death and look in the mirrors, they will see themselves and die.


Its the tale of the crips and bloods, pimps and thugs
This story is about gangsters, pimps, and drug dealers.


Get your face bashed in on the concrete rug
We will cause you serious harm if you cross us.


On that note I'm a say peace!
I'm done talking.


Theodore! Word to Darryl Mack's teeth!
Shouting out Theodore and mentioning a person in a humorous manner.


Yo, Ayo I'll break every bone in your wrist
I will harm you physically.


Smack you in the back of your head on the block while you holding your dick
I'll hit you in the back of your head while you're trying to use the bathroom.


My semi, they call it the crouching tiger
My gun is powerful and has a nickname.


A hundred bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers
I'm using a metaphor to say that my bullets are very powerful.


Peel your potato like Arriada
I will hurt you severely.


On the day of your death people had candles but couldn't find no lighter
People wanted to mourn you, but even they didn't care enough to light candles.


Fuck your marrow! fuck your hood!
I despise you and your neighborhood.


You ain't a street legend like me!
I have a reputation on the streets that you don't have.


Blake Carrington holding the Dynasty
I am powerful and wealthy, like the character Blake Carrington from the TV show Dynasty.


I muffle motherfuckers up like meineke
I am capable of silencing people.


And write a thousand bar verse that all rhymes with 'eat'
I am adept at writing lyrics and rhyming.


Jewel thief, Shizzam bangles, in the vault deep
I am involved in stealing jewelry from a highly-secured vault.


And cruisin desserts mad heavy into salt treats
I enjoy driving my car in the desert and consuming salty snacks.


I'm the taste in Bush's mouth, nasty
I am the bad taste that the President (George W. Bush) has in his mouth.


Afghanistan missions, gun training in the grassy fatigues
I am involved in military or espionage operations in Afghanistan, wearing specialized clothing.


Picking niggaz off by the Red Sea
I'm killing people by the Red Sea.


And did it all for Ghost, sniffin on caffeine!
I did all of this for Ghost, who is probably using cocaine.




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Lukeem Hanton

My all-time favorite song by Ghostface. RIP Daniel β€œMF DOOM” Dumile.πŸ™πŸΏ

Anthony

This is a subroc beat

Jet Jaguar

Have you heard Megalons β€œrain blood”? Way harder

Lukeem Hanton

@Jet Jaguar Will go listen. Thanks.

Silver Surfer

@Jet Jaguar both ill

Jet Jaguar

@Silver Surfer ❀

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pryce thomas

"My predicate status is irrelevant. My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants". How are you not gonna love Ghostface with bars like this.

dariusemanuel

This beat was DOOMED to be GHOSTED!

ALPHA

Already knowπŸ‘€

Dominique Jones

Ghost said DOOM took him back

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