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
In The Parks
Ghostface Killah Lyrics
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With the different color records they had back in the days
You know what I mean, the belt-driven turntables
With Technics joints (with the slipmats!)
Put nickels on the needles so the motherfucking record won't jump
The needle won't skip and shit
Getting juice from the fucking light poles
Shout out to the Bronx, nigga!
Aye yo, this shit go way back like a Uni marker, kid
Bombing the D train and hit the Bronx up
Krylon bandits attack, Planet Rock, Bambaataa
Peace to Pylon discovering rap
And the DJ that made the first scratch
Paved the way for Flex, Mister Cee, 'nuff of them cats
See, this rap shit came at a time that was accurate
Twenty-something years later, I mastered it
Seen light poles get used for power
I was a little nigga
Couldn't stay out late I was sour
So I sat by the window, heard the DJ cut
Impeach the Pres, Apache, and just begun
Otis Redding, "Tramp" the music stopped
Guess the system blew out one of his amps
It'd take a little while, then it come back on
Somebody stepped on the wire and shit, that's all
Now everybody's back in the groove, echo chamber
"Check one two, one two" that's my favorite
Strobe lights is live, Pink Champale
Little pink joints being lit up on the side
Couple niggas had two fives
Other than that, cleared a circle in the park and shoot 5
Girls wore they Lees and jellies
Jordache and Lees, (TF Lords fit the fellys)
Sams and Kangol buckets, B.V.D's
Go to Sergio's like, fuck it
Seen the stamp on that Crazy Eddie
Niggas coming back from the Funhouse dusted
Throwing bubbles on the wall
We must remind you
Where this rap come from
Yes my brother, my sister
It's our duty, we must remind you
Hip hop was set out in the park
We used to do it out in the dark
Yo, it all started at the After Midnight Philly, but walk with me
Mad niggas coming down from New York City
Prolly hit the skating rink USA
Banging Schoolly, "Gangster Boogie" and "P.S.K."
I remember shells, Gazelles, top tens, and lottos
Mega design, reefer smoke, Coqui nine bottles
(Entire wore velours, call the boys with the Lucci wore)
84's from Atlantic City Gucci store
Linoleum break dancing, Rust-Oleum cans
I put the writing on the wall signed, "Truly yours"
Philly smashed '87 Music Seminar
Out on the battlefield like Pat Benatar
Hit the borough with Krown Rulers out of Camden
People Patty Duke-ing in the party, all cramped in
Around the time Flav started cold lamping
"Rebel Without a Pause" was the street anthem
Old Memorex cassette, tape collections
Bright spotlights on all the fights at the Spectrum
When the Fresh Fest come, leather bombers and sheepskins
Brothers would bust they guns to get one
MC Breeze, Disco C, Jazzy Jeff
Cash Money and Miz and Lady B
Everybody banging "Sucker MC's" in '83
I was South Philly like St. Charles and Crazy D
Them wild North Side Puerto Ricans would snuff you
Twenty deep in a Ford Escort, pumping the Tuff Crew
I used to follow my cousin, he was a buck too
"Y'all don't like how I'm living, well, fuck you!"
I been a G since a little kid
Sticking my head up into somebody's dollar party, getting into shit
And late nights, shoulda been in bed
Instead, I was running 'round with them downtown lemonheads
A little man, hanging where them grown women is
Under thirteen, seeing real strong images
And that's the reason for my real rap penmanship
That's where I started it, and that's where I'mma finish it
We must remind you
Where this rap come from
Yes my brother, my sister
It's our duty, we must remind you
Hip hop was set out in the park
We used to do it out in the dark
The lyrics to "In the Parks" by Ghostface Killah reminisce about the early days of hip-hop culture, specifically the origins of rap and DJing in the parks and streets of New York City. The song pays homage to the pioneers of hip-hop and the graffiti culture that emerged alongside it.
In the first verse, Ghostface Killah reflects on the old-school DJ equipment and techniques used in the early days. He mentions the belt-driven turntables and Technics joints with slipmats, emphasizing the need to put nickels on the needles to prevent the records from jumping or skipping. He also references getting electricity from light poles, which was a common practice in the Bronx during that time.
The second verse dives deeper into the history of hip-hop, mentioning the D train, Krylon bandits (graffiti artists), and the influential rap group Bambaataa and the Zulu Nation. Ghostface pays tribute to the DJs who pioneered scratching and paved the way for future DJs like Funkmaster Flex and Mister Cee. He reflects on his own journey in the rap game, mastering his craft over two decades.
Throughout the song, Ghostface includes various cultural references from that era, such as popular songs like "Apache" and "Tramp" and clothing brands like Jordache and Kangol. He also mentions the spectacle of park gatherings, with strobe lights, Pink Champale drinks, and girls wearing Lees, jellies, and B.V.D's.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, niggas don't know about Fatback
Many people are unaware of the old-school group known as Fatback
With the different color records they had back in the days
They had vinyl records in various vibrant colors back in the day
You know what I mean, the belt-driven turntables
I'm referring to the turntables that were operated by belts
With Technics joints (with the slipmats!)
Specifically, I'm talking about the Technics brand turntables with slipmats
Put nickels on the needles so the motherfucking record won't jump
We used to place nickels on the needles to prevent the records from skipping while playing
The needle won't skip and shit
It ensured that the needle would stay on track and not skip
Getting juice from the fucking light poles
We used to tap into the electricity from street light poles
Shout out to the Bronx, nigga!
I want to give a shout out to the Bronx, my friend!
Aye yo, this shit go way back like a Uni marker, kid
Let me tell you, this goes way back like a Uni marker
Bombing the D train and hit the Bronx up
We used to graffiti the D train and hit up the Bronx
Krylon bandits attack, Planet Rock, Bambaataa
We were the Krylon bandits, spraying graffiti and listening to Planet Rock by Bambaataa
Peace to Pylon discovering rap
Shout out to Pylon, the pioneer who discovered rap music
And the DJ that made the first scratch
I'm paying homage to the DJ who invented scratching
Paved the way for Flex, Mister Cee, 'nuff of them cats
Those DJs paved the way for legends like Flex and Mister Cee
See, this rap shit came at a time that was accurate
Rap music emerged during a time that was perfect for its growth
Twenty-something years later, I mastered it
Now, after decades, I have become a master of this craft
Seen light poles get used for power
I've witnessed light poles being utilized for electricity
I was a little nigga
I was just a young kid
Couldn't stay out late I was sour
I couldn't stay out late and it made me feel frustrated
So I sat by the window, heard the DJ cut
I used to sit by the window and listen to the DJ scratching records
Impeach the Pres, Apache, and just begun
I remember playing tracks like 'Impeach the President,' 'Apache,' and 'Just Begun'
Otis Redding, 'Tramp' the music stopped
Once, while playing 'Tramp' by Otis Redding, the music suddenly stopped
Guess the system blew out one of his amps
I suppose the sound system blew out one of its amplifiers
It'd take a little while, then it come back on
After a brief pause, the music would come back on
Somebody stepped on the wire and shit, that's all
It turned out that somebody accidentally stepped on a wire, causing the disruption
Now everybody's back in the groove, echo chamber
Once the issue was resolved, everyone got back into the rhythm of the music, experiencing the echo chamber effect
'Check one two, one two' that's my favorite
'Check one two, one two' is my favorite phrase that the DJ would say
Strobe lights is live, Pink Champale
There were vibrant strobe lights, and people were enjoying Pink Champale
Little pink joints being lit up on the side
People were lighting up small pink joints on the side
Couple niggas had two fives
A few guys had two dollar bills
Other than that, cleared a circle in the park and shoot 5
Apart from that, we made space in the park and played a game of shooting 5
Girls wore they Lees and jellies
The girls were wearing their Lees jeans and jelly sandals
Jordache and Lees, (TF Lords fit the fellys)
Some people wore Jordache and Lees jeans, while others preferred the TF Lords brand
Sams and Kangol buckets, B.V.D's
People were wearing Sams and Kangol bucket hats with B.V.D. underwear
Go to Sergio's like, fuck it
We would casually go to Sergio's without a care
Seen the stamp on that Crazy Eddie
I noticed the price tag on that Crazy Eddie store item
Niggas coming back from the Funhouse dusted
Some guys would return from the Funhouse drug-addled
Throwing bubbles on the wall
They were amusing themselves by blowing bubbles onto the wall
We must remind you
It is our duty to remind you
Where this rap come from
The true origins of rap music
Yes my brother, my sister
Yes, my dear brother and sister
It's our duty, we must remind you
We have a responsibility to remind you
Hip hop was set out in the park
Hip hop culture was born in the parks
We used to do it out in the dark
We used to indulge in it during the nighttime
Yo, it all started at the After Midnight Philly, but walk with me
Let me take you on a journey that began at the After Midnight club in Philly
Mad niggas coming down from New York City
Many people were traveling from New York City for this experience
Prolly hit the skating rink USA
We probably went to the USA skating rink
Banging Schoolly, 'Gangster Boogie' and 'P.S.K.'
We were playing tracks like 'Gangster Boogie' and 'P.S.K.' by Schoolly D
I remember shells, Gazelles, top tens, and lottos
I recall wearing shell-toe sneakers, Gazelle glasses, and top ten sneakers
Mega design, reefer smoke, Coqui nine bottles
We were into flashy designs, smoking weed, and drinking Coqui 900 bottles
(Entire wore velours, call the boys with the Lucci wore)
People were rocking velour tracksuits, and we would call our friends who wore Lucci
84's from Atlantic City Gucci store
We would get 84-inch chains from the Gucci store in Atlantic City
Linoleum break dancing, Rust-Oleum cans
We used to break dance on linoleum floors and have Rust-Oleum spray cans with us
I put the writing on the wall signed, 'Truly yours'
I would leave my tag on the walls with a signature that said, 'Truly yours'
Philly smashed '87 Music Seminar
Philly represented strongly at the '87 Music Seminar
Out on the battlefield like Pat Benatar
We were out there on the streets, like warriors, just like Pat Benatar
Hit the borough with Krown Rulers out of Camden
We would venture into the borough with the Krown Rulers crew hailing from Camden
People Patty Duke-ing in the party, all cramped in
People were doing the Patty Duke dance in the packed party
Around the time Flav started cold lamping
It was around the time when Flavor Flav started showcasing his flamboyant style
'Rebel Without a Pause' was the street anthem
'Rebel Without a Pause' was the popular anthem that resonated on the streets
Old Memorex cassette, tape collections
We had old Memorex cassette tapes with our music collections
Bright spotlights on all the fights at the Spectrum
There were bright spotlights illuminating all the fights at the Spectrum arena
When the Fresh Fest come, leather bombers and sheepskins
During the Fresh Fest, people would wear leather bomber jackets and sheepskin coats
Brothers would bust they guns to get one
People would resort to violence to acquire those jackets
MC Breeze, Disco C, Jazzy Jeff
We had MC Breeze, Disco C, and Jazzy Jeff on the scene
Cash Money and Miz and Lady B
Cash Money, Miz, and Lady B were also prominent figures
Everybody banging 'Sucker MC's' in '83
Everyone was jamming to 'Sucker MC's' in the year 1983
I was South Philly like St. Charles and Crazy D
I represented South Philly, just like St. Charles and Crazy D
Them wild North Side Puerto Ricans would snuff you
The Puerto Ricans from the wild North Side would easily confront you
Twenty deep in a Ford Escort, pumping the Tuff Crew
There would be twenty of us packed in a Ford Escort, blasting the Tuff Crew
I used to follow my cousin, he was a buck too
I used to follow my cousin, who was also involved in the scene
'Y'all don't like how I'm living, well, fuck you!'
'If you don't like how I'm living, then screw you!
I been a G since a little kid
I've had a gangster mentality since I was young
Sticking my head up into somebody's dollar party, getting into shit
I would sneak into people's dollar parties and stir up trouble
And late nights, shoulda been in bed
I should have been in bed during those late nights
Instead, I was running 'round with them downtown lemonheads
Instead, I was hanging out with the mischievous downtown crew
A little man, hanging where them grown women is
As a young boy, I was hanging out with older women
Under thirteen, seeing real strong images
Despite being underage, I was exposed to mature and powerful experiences
And that's the reason for my real rap penmanship
Those experiences shaped my authentic rap style and lyrics
That's where I started it, and that's where I'mma finish it
That's where my journey began, and that's where it will conclude
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ADAM FEENEY, PETER LUCIA, TOMMY JAMES, WALTER REED, DENNIS COLES, TARIK COLLINS, GARY E GRICE
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