Gunshowers
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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Simple minds get blown, shattered into pieces
My thesis is thick like the Book of Eli
We live we die, we put 'em in the sky
Free your mind as a slave like the Fourth of July
This a sandstorm created from original thought
I bust boundaries son, you just do what you're taught
My vocab is powerful, spit shit subliminal
Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual
Come through in the final hour, with gun showers
Stand the fuck up like Flav to fight the power
I'm an activist, socialist, deadly ass poetrist
Supreme Clientele, I'm a goddamn vocalist
My thoughts are so heavy I could change a generation
The x-factor, we puttin' holes through inflation

If you hit the rock bottom of the asphalt, that's likely your ass fault
My lines are cocaine, the flow is bath salts
I'm a for-sure Don, no one in your circle can box me
That's like an oxymoron
I flirt with building your empire
Gotta shake the snake in the grass and spark sharks to swim by ya
Cuz every meek head that speak street cred ain’t bangin heat lead
And probably cut like sweet bread wetting their sheets spread
So nigga holla, I coin phrases to trigger dollars
Its butterfly like the shirts made with bigger collars
Women thank the scholar, the broad stealer
Who laying them face down and ass up like a card dealer
The time ceases, I keep a bed with dime pieces
As I palm another phenomenon rhyme thesis
Because on the contrary,
I get it popping like Dom Perignon beyond Tom, Harry and Dick
You can declare me as sick

Highly contagious
Bathsalt flows leaving bodies all on stages
Locked behind cages, Don of all ages
Its Ghostface nigga never plead in the cases
But I plead the fifth, four-fifth by the belt buckle
Crack stone-faced niggas with the steel of a knuckle
Go ahead and chuckle, I have uncle murder your goons
Hoes and balloons, ODing on flights from Colombia
Pull your trunk through your neck when the cartel's done with you
Supreme talk boss, verbal holocaust I'm a thriller
Have you jumping out, they sleep, Wigs hand me a Miller
Sick the dogs sitting in their shoes
My iron monkies spit banana clips with thick traps like Terry Crews
Silverbacks with high tracks, fuckin relax
Got a duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black




My culture rises in attack just like a vulture
Ghostface the next Escobar or Sosa

Overall Meaning

In Ghostface Killah's song "Gunshowers," the artist delves into themes of power, control, and resistance. He starts the verse by stating that "simple minds get blown" and that his "thesis is thick like the Book of Eli," indicating his intelligence and depth of thinking. He then emphasizes the idea that life is transient, and we all will eventually die, but we can leave a legacy behind. He encourages people to break free from mental chains and live freely, similar to how Americans celebrate freedom on the Fourth of July.


Ghostface Killah's vocabulary is "powerful" and his ability to spit "subliminal" lyrics makes him a "slang therapist." He claims that his style is criminal, and he is "bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual," suggesting that he is always thinking outside the box. He later talks about his activism and socialism, and refers to himself as a deadly-ass poetist. He also boasts about his ability to change generations with his powerful thoughts and ideas. Finally, he talks about how he and his crew are capable of taking down anyone who gets in their way, using firearms and violence to assert their dominance.


Overall, "Gunshowers" is a powerful, thought-provoking song that delves into important themes. It emphasizes the importance of freedom, critical thinking, and resistance to societal norms. It also highlights the dangers of violence and the negative effects it can have on society.


Line by Line Meaning

Simple minds get blown, shattered into pieces
People with simple minds struggle to comprehend the complexity of my lyrics, causing their brain to 'blow'.


My thesis is thick like the Book of Eli
My message is dense and meaningful like the Book of Eli.


We live we die, we put 'em in the sky
We are born, we die, and we are buried in the sky (as in cremated and scattered).


Free your mind as a slave like the Fourth of July
Celebrate freedom of thought and break free of mental slavery, just as America celebrates its independence on the Fourth of July.


This a sandstorm created from original thought
My lyrics are like a storm of creativity and originality.


I bust boundaries son, you just do what you're taught
I push boundaries and challenge the norm, while others simply follow what they're told to do.


My vocab is powerful, spit shit subliminal
My extensive vocabulary enables me to use subliminal messaging in my lyrics.


Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
Through my use of slang, I serve to heal the pain of others, but my overall style is criminal in nature.


Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
My mind is both eccentric, yet full of artistic vision.


Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual
I possess a strong will and presence in all aspects of my being.


Come through in the final hour, with gun showers
I arrive just in time to bring a hail of gunfire on my enemies.


Stand the fuck up like Flav to fight the power
Similar to Flavor Flav's revolutionary message, I urge listeners to rise up against societal power structures.


I'm an activist, socialist, deadly ass poetrist
I am an activist and socialist who, through my lyrics, uses words as a weapon to fight against oppression.


Supreme Clientele, I'm a goddamn vocalist
Having the distinguished presence of a Supreme Clientele, I am an exceptional performer.


My thoughts are so heavy I could change a generation
My thoughts carry great weight and could potentially alter the course of an entire generation.


The x-factor, we puttin' holes through inflation
My unique skill set (the x-factor) is able to puncture the illusion of inflation and its effects on society.


If you hit the rock bottom of the asphalt, that's likely your ass fault
If you fail and hit rock bottom, it is likely your own fault.


My lines are cocaine, the flow is bath salts
My lyrics are as addictive as cocaine and flow as strong as bath salts.


I'm a for-sure Don, no one in your circle can box me
I am a definite authority figure and no one in your group can compete with me.


That's like an oxymoron
It would be contradictory or inconsistent to think anyone could match my level of skill.


I flirt with building your empire
I am able to influence and control the growth of your empire with my words.


Gotta shake the snake in the grass and spark sharks to swim by ya
I must rid of any sneaky and deceitful individuals and get the attention of the powerful.


Cuz every meek head that speak street cred ain’t bangin heat lead
Not everyone who talks about street credibility will actually engage in violence.


And probably cut like sweet bread wetting their sheets spread
They are more likely to be scared and vulnerable than actually dangerous.


So nigga holla, I coin phrases to trigger dollars
I am able to make money by creating unique phrases and ideas.


Its butterfly like the shirts made with bigger collars
My style is fluid and ever-changing, like the collar of a butterfly shirt.


Women thank the scholar, the broad stealer
Women appreciate my intellect and charisma as well as my ability to seduce them.


Who laying them face down and ass up like a card dealer
I am able to seduce women easily and leave them vulnerable in a sexual manner.


The time ceases, I keep a bed with dime pieces
Time stops for no one, but I maintain a luxurious lifestyle with attractive women.


As I palm another phenomenon rhyme thesis
I am continually creating exceptional lyrics and ideas.


Because on the contrary,
Contrary to popular belief,


I get it popping like Dom Perignon beyond Tom, Harry and Dick
My music is influential and highly regarded beyond just a few famous individuals.


You can declare me as sick
You can describe me as extremely talented or sick in the head (depending on interpretation).


Highly contagious
My talent and influence are easily spread and adopted.


Bathsalt flows leaving bodies all on stages
My lyrics are so powerful that they can leave listeners metaphorically dead on the stage (overwhelmed or shocked).


Locked behind cages, Don of all ages
Even if I'm locked away like a criminal, I remain the leader of all ages (perhaps in terms of musical influence).


Its Ghostface nigga never plead in the cases
I never plead guilty for my actions or lyrics.


But I plead the fifth, four-fifth by the belt buckle
I refuse to incriminate myself, but I carry a gun for protection.


Crack stone-faced niggas with the steel of a knuckle
I can physically harm those who show no emotion or are difficult to crack psychologically.


Go ahead and chuckle, I have uncle murder your goons
Laugh if you want, but I have someone who will kill or harm your associates.


Hoes and balloons, ODing on flights from Colombia
Prostitutes and drug addicts are dying from drug overdoses on flights from Colombia.


Pull your trunk through your neck when the cartel's done with you
You will be executed or killed by the cartel and your body will be mutilated in such a way that your trunk passes through your neck.


Supreme talk boss, verbal holocaust I'm a thriller
I am a supremely skilled and powerful speaker, able to destroy others with my words like a holocaust.


Have you jumping out, they sleep, Wigs hand me a Miller
My lyrics have the power to surprise and shock people out of their sleep, causing Wigs (likely a nickname) to hand me a Miller beer in celebration.


Sick the dogs sitting in their shoes
I cause those who are complacent or stagnant to feel uncomfortable and restless.


My iron monkies spit banana clips with thick traps like Terry Crews
My associates are heavily armed and dangerous, equipped with automatic weapons like banana clips and thick traps like Terry Crews (an actor known for his muscular physique).


Silverbacks with high tracks, fuckin relax
My strong and intimidating associates with high drug traffic and sales are able to relax and operate with ease.


Got a duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black
I have a bag filled with firearms, coated in black paint (perhaps to avoid detection).


My culture rises in attack just like a vulture
My community or background is able to passionately defend itself and succeed, much like a vulture rises in the air for prey.


Ghostface the next Escobar or Sosa
I am a rising criminal force, much like Pablo Escobar or Sammy Sosa, known for their influence and power.




Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Matthew Adam Tavares, Alexander William Sowinski, Jason William Powers, Chester A Hansen, Thomas R Brenneck, Adam King Feeney, Wayne Kaliff Gordon

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