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
Heard It All Before
Ghostface Killah Lyrics
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Yes, yes, we like to thank you
You are the 77th caller
You know you just won a pair of Theodore drawers and all that
How do you feel about that? (Oh my God, that is good daddy I love ya'll)
Yeah, that's right baby, no doubt... right now, his name is Ghostface
Check this joint out right here, it's new, word up
I'm the Mighty Joe Young of rap
Live off of mighty gold, tongue and yack
Ya'll be amazed how I brought it back
Two porsche's, big ass ranch with twelve horses
Scarface breeze when I speak, the all bosses
Plus the jewelry so truck, the cuffs get you nauseous
Two years, been through like six divorces
Now the talking put my business in the street, but
I'm like cement, I rock when I step
Kill music with no hands and leave with no weed stuff
Like my bitches better when they wore Reebok's
See hot, let's have a toast, I verbally bomb deacons
Have the whole church praying for Ghost
When we speak we give sermons, and switch our names over permits
The big shit, you might get burned with
God-body fly automobiles with grills
Two thousand, fifteen, nigga, we can take off the wheel
A Georget Jetson, so ya'll sit still
Chill, peace to Queens, so the God Allah reel's reel
It's the takeover, breaks over, make something
For funny ass package, who want, and a cake over
Monster bangels, bojangles got the forty cocked from all angles
Fuck a rope nigga, my gold chain'll hang you
Danish darts, language arts, slanger banger you
Punk motherfucka...
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
All you talk is poor...
All of your fushu, I got gats, Ghostface that
But your rhymes ain't workin' now, look who's hurtin' now
I had to shut you down, I had to shut you down
[Ghostface Killah]
Welcome to Saturday Night Live, write rhymes
Glide on beats, and we high from the police
The dogs bark funny, in fact, when I'm clean
They can smell mark money, truck and mad bummy
Off the peter, grab shoots, Cerebel Paisley
Gats, pull out the mack on cancer, the oo-wop
I bag down AIDS, word to the U.S.
There's no need to panic, yo, we been through a phase
Like, namebelts, got the fronts in Alfa Romeo's
Tent the patrol niggas, that we had on a payrole
I play on niggas like stop and go
And tell the other liquors that Don pop more
And Venus told Mercury she a hot ho
Me, I'm just thinkin' bout what's next for Ghost
The Enterprise worth billions, delay America
To Africa, home away, the six text-tillion
Turn, Siskel and Ebert givin' two thumbs
New York Times call it my best work, bump to it
You can Rolling Stone every bone, and kill 'em at the Grammy's
Have 'em sit down, polly with the top five families
Blocka-blocka, boom, now they all dead
Now I'm the only one gettin' that bread, that's right
And the only one rockin' those threads
See these cowards let the fuckin' lead go to they head
[Hook: Ghostface Killah]
I needed to scream on all ya'll bitches, birds
But the more you bite my style, the more I learn
Your rhymes ain't workin' now, look who's hurtin' now
I had to shut you down, I had to shut you down
[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
God, yeah, party people
You are now listenin' to the sounds of Ghost Radio
777 F.M. and all that, no doubt
It's real right about now, yeah
The dance floor is packed and all that
Everything lookin' glory, I see asses
I see glasses in the air, yo, put your hands in the air
Come one, let me hear you see Theodore, "Theodore"
Theodore, "Theodore", yeah, yeah
That was chunky and all that
No doubt, but yo, where Staten Island at?
Where ya'll at? Make some noise, yo, yo, come on
Yeah, check-check-check-check me out
Check-check-checkin' me out, come on
Take-take-take-takin' me out, whose take-take-takin' me out
Come on baby, take me out, uh-huh, yeah, no doubt, no doubt
The song "Heard It All Before Freestyle" by Ghostface Killah is an introspective rap song that reflects on his life experiences and how he has brought himself up to success. Ghostface Killah starts by introducing himself as the Mighty Joe Young of rap and boasts about his wealth, with two Porsches, a big ranch with twelve horses, and expensive jewelry. He then talks about his personal relationships, having gone through six divorces and having his business aired out in the streets. Ghostface compares himself to cement, saying he can rock when he steps, and he finishes with a message of empowerment, encouraging people to keep moving forward and focus on better things. The hook and outro of the song repeat the message that Ghostface doesn't want to hear people's empty talk anymore.
The song features a mix of braggadocio and introspection that is common in the hip hop genre. Ghostface Killah's storytelling ability shines through in his vivid descriptions, like comparing his jewelry to something so truck that it makes people nauseous, or explaining that when he speaks, it's like a Scarface breeze. The song's chorus features a repetitive and catchy hook that emphasizes the song's message of not tolerating empty talk. Overall, "Heard It All Before Freestyle" is a thoughtful and introspective addition to Ghostface Killah's discography.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm the Mighty Joe Young of rap
I am the most powerful rapper
Live off of mighty gold, tongue and yack
I make a lot of money from my tongue and talent
Ya'll be amazed how I brought it back
You will be impressed with my skills
Two porsche's, big ass ranch with twelve horses
I am wealthy and have a lot of property
Scarface breeze when I speak, the all bosses
I have an intimidating presence when I speak
Plus the jewelry so truck, the cuffs get you nauseous
My jewelry is so expensive that it might make you sick
Two years, been through like six divorces
I have been married many times in two years
Now the talking put my business in the street, but
People are gossiping about me
I'm like cement, I rock when I step
I have a strong and solid presence
Kill music with no hands and leave with no weed stuff
I can still perform and entertain without drugs
Like my bitches better when they wore Reebok's
I prefer women who don't wear too much luxury
See hot, let's have a toast, I verbally bomb deacons
Let's celebrate and I will perform amazingly
Have the whole church praying for Ghost
I am so talented that even people in church are talking about me
When we speak we give sermons, and switch our names over permits
Our words are so powerful they can be like religious sermons
The big shit, you might get burned with
My powerful personality might be overwhelming
God-body fly automobiles with grills
I have expensive cars with fancy grills
Two thousand, fifteen, nigga, we can take off the wheel
In 2015, we were successful and could do anything
A Georget Jetson, so ya'll sit still
I am futuristic and impressive
Chill, peace to Queens, so the God Allah reel's reel
Calm down and give respect to God and Allah in Queens
It's the takeover, breaks over, make something
I have taken over, moved past my struggles, and now I'm ready to create something new
For funny ass package, who want, and a cake over
I have a great package you might be interested in
Monster bangels, bojangles got the forty cocked from all angles
I have impressive jewelry and powerful protection
Fuck a rope nigga, my gold chain'll hang you
I don't need a rope to intimidate you, my gold chain alone is enough
Danish darts, language arts, slanger banger you
I have strong linguistic skills to overpower you
Punk motherfucka...
I am tired of dealing with weak people
All you talk is poor...
All you do is complain
All of your fushu, I got gats, Ghostface that
You are fake, I have a gun, and I am Ghostface
But your rhymes ain't workin' now, look who's hurtin' now
Your music is no longer popular, and you are struggling
Welcome to Saturday Night Live, write rhymes
I am welcoming you to perform with me on Saturday Night Live
Glide on beats, and we high from the police
We perform well on beats and are unstoppable even when under pressure
The dogs bark funny, in fact, when I'm clean
I am so impressive, even dogs take notice
They can smell mark money, truck and mad bummy
People can tell I am wealthy and carrying a lot of cash
Off the peter, grab shoots, Cerebel Paisley
I am taking risky actions and dressing impressively
Gats, pull out the mack on cancer, the oo-wop
I have weapons and I am ready to take on anything
I bag down AIDS, word to the U.S.
I am unstoppable and can even defeat illnesses like AIDS
There's no need to panic, yo, we been through a phase
We have gone through difficult times, but we're still here
Like, namebelts, got the fronts in Alfa Romeo's
I have expensive belts and jewelry and also an impressive car
Tent the patrol niggas, that we had on a payrole
We have bribed the police to avoid trouble
I play on niggas like stop and go
I am toying with people like a stop-and-go sign
And tell the other liquors that Don pop more
I am superior to other well-known people
And Venus told Mercury she a hot ho
Even gods talk about me and recognize my strengths
Me, I'm just thinkin' bout what's next for Ghost
I am already planning my next move
The Enterprise worth billions, delay America
My power is worth a lot of money and can even impact America
To Africa, home away, the six text-tillion
I am capable of making a lot of money, even in Africa
Turn, Siskel and Ebert givin' two thumbs
Even famous critics like Siskel and Ebert approve of me
New York Times call it my best work, bump to it
Even the New York Times recognizes my talent and praises it
You can Rolling Stone every bone, and kill 'em at the Grammy's
Even famous publications like Rolling Stone recognize me and I am popular even at award shows like the Grammy's
Have 'em sit down, polly with the top five families
I have powerful connections and can make arrangements with many powerful households
Blocka-blocka, boom, now they all dead
I destroy my competition and leave them in the dust
Now I'm the only one gettin' that bread, that's right
I am very successful and making a lot of money
And the only one rockin' those threads
I am the only one who looks so impressive
See these cowards let the fuckin' lead go to they head
Weak people let their power go to their head
I needed to scream on all ya'll bitches, birds
I need to talk to all of you
But the more you bite my style, the more I learn
I learn from you even if you copy me
God, yeah, party people
Let's celebrate, people
You are now listenin' to the sounds of Ghost Radio
You are listening to my music
777 F.M. and all that, no doubt
This is a great radio station, no doubt about it
It's real right about now, yeah
This is authentic and real
The dance floor is packed and all that
People are enjoying my music
Everything lookin' glory, I see asses
Everything is great and I am seeing a lot of attractive people
I see glasses in the air, yo, put your hands in the air
People are cheering my performance
Come one, let me hear you see Theodore, "Theodore"
Let's dance and celebrate
That was chunky and all that
That performance was impressive
No doubt, but yo, where Staten Island at?
This is great, but where are the people from Staten Island?
Where ya'll at? Make some noise, yo, yo, come on
Where are you? Let's hear some noise!
Check-check-check-check me out
Watch me perform
Check-check-checkin' me out, come on
Watch me do my thing
Take-take-take-takin' me out, whose take-take-takin' me out
Who is trying to stop me?
Come on baby, take me out, uh-huh, yeah, no doubt, no doubt
Let's celebrate and enjoy ourselves
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Rico Salvaje
Ghost has an excellent ear for beats.
Infamous Socialist
Classic!
Danny Roll
yes yes y'all to the beat y'all...
LOR DIZZLE 410
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Mic Ric
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Francis Kwangu
One great soul turned hip hop banga
MrRussianSamurai
this Ghostface Radio´s fucking good
Danijel Balog
Flawless
Terrance Burton
Toney GLIDD on this Track .NYC finest
Karseim Hanshaw
Great