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
Miguel Sanchez
Ghostface Killah Lyrics
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Dressed in a black tux, forty cal tucked, strapped in a chair
Half-asleep hoppin' out of my seat, caught in a daze
Turned around and saw a white man's face covered in shades
I must've passed out, can't remember shit before I blacked out
Three more niggas approachin' holdin' they macs out
One spoke, gave me the keys to a boat, reached in his trenchcoat
And pulled out a yellow envelope
A photograph of a Colombian nigga with a long mustache Miguel Sanchez,
Keep a gun hidden in his pants' leg with armed bodyguards,
Surveillance around his land spread
He runs a billion dollar organization under investigation,
Plus he's wanted by immigration
Now I'm stuck, crazy look on my face, shocked in amazement,
How the fuck I get involved with these federal agents?
They knew my background, knew about what happened out in Sac-town,
They knew about the rap down South, they laid the facts down
Said I had two decisions, take out Miguel and his cartel,
Or spend the rest of my life in prison
A classified mission on some James Bond shit,
007-style up against some straight convicts
Now I'm pondering, thoughts wandering,
Got my girl on the phone, tell her to kiss little J,
Cause I'll be gone again "Honey I can't speak." she suckin' her cheek,
"If everything go good baby I'll be home in a week."
Pinchin' myself just to see if I'm dreaming,
Call up my team and meet me by the docks in Miami,
I fly out this weekend
I got you nigga, 4-4 pop two niggas,
That druglord that we want got a spot for niggas,
And if we kill him, it's back to the block my nigga, he carry Rugers,
34 shots I figure He only holla at the kid when there's money involved,
They pack shotguns, hollow tips, dummies and all
But me and Trife doin' right together,
Got no choice but give us ten, like we sellin' white together,
Left side 4-5 right black Beretta, takin' trips overseas flippin packs for better,
Every flight a hundred stacks and better so grind hard, get your money up, get on your grillies, don't mind odds Fuck a cop car, throw on some chumpers and try drop charge,
Hit the block hard It's kinda hard being G-O-D,
If he owe Trife, he owe me, load up the mac rounds,
M-I-A, call that the Jack-Town
Tell niggas I'm on my way, comin' back down,
Miguel Mr. Sanchez, it's a wrap now Theodore extortin' your shit,
Handin' out packs now, I used to listen to 50 and jam Back Down,
Now I sling 50 kilos where I'm at now, 50 a wop,
Purple top, nigga I'm back, clown, Cristal bottles,
Grey Goose for the chat lounge, Channel 7 News, older dude murdered, gat found
The opening lines of Ghostface Killah's "Miguel Sanchez" describe a surreal experience of waking up on a plane to find himself being approached by several unidentified men. The men hand him an envelope with $20,000 in cash and a photograph of a Colombian man named Miguel Sanchez, who leads a billion-dollar organization that is under investigation by federal agents. The agents offer Ghostface a choice: lead a mission to take out Sanchez and his cartel or face a lifetime in prison. Ghostface finds himself in a tough spot, pondering his options while trying to reconcile his criminal background and the responsibility of taking on such a high-stakes mission.
Throughout the rest of the lyrics, Ghostface reflects on the choices that led him to this point and the difficult decisions he must make. He references his past experiences with law enforcement, including the "rap down South" and the events in Sacramento that the agents seem to have used as leverage against him. He discusses his connections with other criminals and how he plans to use them in the mission. Ultimately, he decides to take on the mission and fly out to Miami to meet up with his team.
The lyrics of "Miguel Sanchez" are dense and atmospheric, combining gritty street-level details with cinematic storytelling. Ghostface's vivid descriptions of the agents, the mission, and his own inner turmoil create a tense and dramatic narrative that showcases his storytelling ability as a rapper.
Line by Line Meaning
Thirty thousand feet up in the air, up in the Leer
Ghostface Killah is flying in an airplane and he is very high up
Dressed in a black tux, forty cal tucked, strapped in a chair
Ghostface is wearing formal clothing and he has a gun with him
Half-asleep hoppin' out of my seat, caught in a daze
He is feeling groggy and disoriented
Turned around and saw a white man's face covered in shades
He sees a white man wearing sunglasses
I must've passed out, can't remember shit before I blacked out
He lost consciousness and cannot remember what happened before he passed out
Three more niggas approachin' holdin' they macs out
Three men with guns are approaching him
One spoke, gave me the keys to a boat, reached in his trenchcoat And pulled out a yellow envelope
One of the men gives Ghostface some keys and a yellow envelope from his coat
Which contained twenty thousand in cash, A photograph of a Colombian nigga with a long mustache Miguel Sanchez, Keep a gun hidden in his pants' leg with armed bodyguards, Surveillance around his land spread
The envelope contains cash and a picture of a man named Miguel Sanchez who has a lot of security and money
He runs a billion dollar organization under investigation, Plus he's wanted by immigration
Miguel has a huge organization and he is being searched by immigration
Now I'm stuck, crazy look on my face, shocked in amazement, How the fuck I get involved with these federal agents?
Ghostface is surprised and confused about why he is involved in this situation with the agents
They knew my background, knew about what happened out in Sac-town, They knew about the rap down South, they laid the facts down
The agents know about Ghostface's past experiences in Sacramento and with rapping, and they explained everything to him
Said I had two decisions, take out Miguel and his cartel, Or spend the rest of my life in prison
The agents say he must either kill Miguel and his organization or go to jail forever
A classified mission on some James Bond shit, 007-style up against some straight convicts
The mission is top secret and intense, like something from a James Bond movie
Now I'm pondering, thoughts wandering, Got my girl on the phone, tell her to kiss little J, Cause I'll be gone again "Honey I can't speak." she suckin' her cheek, If everything go good baby I'll be home in a week.
Ghostface is thinking about his family and he talks to his girlfriend on the phone to say goodbye
Pinchin' myself just to see if I'm dreaming, Call up my team and meet me by the docks in Miami, I fly out this weekend
Ghostface can't believe this is happening and he tells his team to meet him in Miami
I got you nigga, 4-4 pop two niggas, That druglord that we want got a spot for niggas, And if we kill him, it's back to the block my nigga, he carry Rugers, 34 shots I figure He only holla at the kid when there's money involved, They pack shotguns, hollow tips, dummies and all
Ghostface's friend assures him that they are prepared to take on Miguel's security, who carry powerful guns
But me and Trife doin' right together, Got no choice but give us ten, like we sellin' white together, Left side 4-5 right black Beretta, takin' trips overseas flippin packs for better, Every flight a hundred stacks and better so grind hard, get your money up, get on your grillies, don't mind odds
Ghostface is working with his friend Trife to make money by selling drugs overseas
Fuck a cop car, throw on some chumpers and try drop charge, Hit the block hard
They don't care about the police and will try to avoid getting caught while selling drugs
It's kinda hard being G-O-D, If he owe Trife, he owe me, load up the mac rounds, M-I-A, call that the Jack-Town Tell niggas I'm on my way, comin' back down,
Ghostface says it's difficult to be a successful drug dealer, but he is on his way to Miami to deal with Miguel
Miguel Mr. Sanchez, it's a wrap now Theodore extortin' your shit, Handin' out packs now, I used to listen to 50 and jam Back Down, Now I sling 50 kilos where I'm at now, 50 a wop, Purple top, nigga I'm back, clown, Cristal bottles, Grey Goose for the chat lounge, Channel 7 News, older dude murdered, gat found
Ghostface is bragging about how he is now dealing drugs and has even taken control from Miguel. He also mentions that there has been violence involving guns recently.
Lyrics © A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: DENNIS COLES, DONALD WHITEHEAD, DONALD LESLIE WHITEHEAD, MAURICE WHITE, MOBUTU EVANS, WADE FLEMONS, WADE HERBERT FLEMONS
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