Rec-Room Therapy )
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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Ight, now, this is how we gon' do this shit
Youknowhatimsaying? Niggaz wassn't out in the streets back then
When was doing this shit son, you knowhatimean?
Yeah, check the story

I done flushed bags of powder down project toilets
You could of found of me on the steps dusted, unable to call it
Jums in my pocket, the rental was stolen, tapping pockets
On the local drug dealers, just to see what they holding
I know, niggaz with crack viles stuck to they colon
The acid, done bubbled up, now they stomach's is swollen
That just, life in the hood, surrounded class, who we bag in our stash
The ultraviolet haze, we hit it and pass
We toast to the Ghost of old days, yeah, old ager hump
We rap renegades, must stay paid

Get money (get money), get money, Ghost (get money)
Get money (get money), get money, Ghost (get money)

Big fluffed out gooses on, Stan Smiths
The housing cops can suck our dicks, we jumping out
Of convertible matchbox shits, next drip inhaling
Chilling, my throat frozen, my orange brick
Bottles of Cru', bitches with Baby Phats, they swinging ax
They singing, you still blinging, daddy, now bring it back
The smokest rap nigga, honey, I'mma need a match
To bust the game wide open, I'mma need an ax
I juggle this, practice, smuggle heroin in the cactus
Keep a hood, I still go and fuck a fat bitch
Actress, slinging the backs of five Cleopatras
A cocaine Chef, I stretch money like elastic
My raps is bigger, dynamics with the muscle advantage
Jake Cutler on dust, when I blam shit

Get money (get money), get money, Ghost (get money)
Get money (get money), get money, Ghost (get money)

Yo, we been bagging since 18, kid, Polo Rugs on with gloves on
Rented cars, fronting on winning broads
Gum slow, half moon, leather pants, Avia' days
Keep your hands off my blunt and my waves
Beneton, Superman bomb, everybody in the lobby, we clapping
Hats on, protecting your moms, you know how we play
Spray something down if the team say
It's on, I dedicate my lines to the PJ's
Triple beams, Pyrex jars, smoking nickle weeds
All we did is look mad fly, icicle rings
Whatever homeboy, you want it? You could get your receipt
A little closer, you can sense we got heat, it's only me
Plus four other ill gangstas, we all anxious
To blow up your block and spank shit

Get money (get money), get money, Ghost (get money)
Get money (get money), get money, Ghost (get money)

Yo, I'm down for the get down, hit the town, sick the bloodhounds on 'em
I rip clowns, I flip pounds, I spit rounds
I'm on the prowl, my stomach growl, crushed by the crowd
Rush through Loud Records, drop mushroom clouds
I'm not a rapper, I'm spellbound, I melt down
Your G-Force, with heat walks
Free falling to a better money, bet he's hungry
Spread the honey, big head inside the Humvee
Mix lead inside my lungies, spend bread on my Dungarees
And such and such, Ghost plugged me with this slut
Don't hug me, bug me, I'm ugly when I fuck
I'm hard like a jungle hunter, bust off in Heather
Double cross me, lift your boss off your feet, 'course he's feather
Whatever, whatever, he cried indepence
Tennis players get fried, playing both sides of the ends
Keep your eyes on your friends, cuz they spy for the feds
Watch me rise from the dead, I got ties with the dreads





Get money (get money), get money, Ghost (get money)
Get money (get money), get money, Ghost (get money)

Overall Meaning

In Ghostface Killah's song Rec-Room Therapy, the artist reflects on the harsh reality of his past as a drug dealer and gangster in the hood. Throughout the song, Ghostface Killah raps about flushing bags of powder down project toilets, stealing cars, and tapping local drug dealers' pockets. He acknowledges the dangers of the drug world, describing people with crack viles stuck to their colons and acid that has bubbled up causing swollen stomachs. Despite the gritty reality of his past, Ghostface Killah conveys the importance of making money and staying paid, even if it means breaking the law. He reflects on his days of bagging drugs at 18, wearing designer clothing, and fronting on women.


The lyrics of Rec-Room Therapy provide insight into the complicated world of gang violence and drug dealing. Ghostface Killah's lyrics shine a light on the danger, violence, and thrill of making money through illegal means. The song presents an unfiltered and raw perspective of life in the hood, highlighting the harsh realities of drugs and violence.


Line by Line Meaning

I done flushed bags of powder down project toilets
I got rid of evidence by flushing drugs down the toilet in low-income housing projects.


You could of found of me on the steps dusted, unable to call it
I was high on drugs and unable to function while sitting on the front steps of a building.


Jums in my pocket, the rental was stolen, tapping pockets
I had stolen a car and was searching the pockets of local drug dealers for money to buy more drugs.


On the local drug dealers, just to see what they holding
I was looking through the pockets of drug dealers to see what drugs they had on them.


I know, niggaz with crack viles stuck to they colon
I know people who have hidden crack vials in their body to avoid being caught by the police.


The acid, done bubbled up, now they stomach's is swollen
The drugs they have hidden in their bodies have caused their stomachs to become swollen.


That just, life in the hood, surrounded class, who we bag in our stash
This is just what life is like in low-income neighborhoods where we are constantly surrounded by drug activity, and we hide drugs in our stash.


The ultraviolet haze, we hit it and pass
We smoked heavily-laced drugs that made us see things in an ultraviolet color and quickly passed it around.


We toast to the Ghost of old days, yeah, old ager hump
We reminisce about our past and raise a toast to the times when we were free of responsibilities.


We rap renegades, must stay paid
We are rebellious rappers who must make money to survive.


Big fluffed out gooses on, Stan Smiths
We wear big, puffy jackets and Stan Smith shoes.


The housing cops can suck our dicks, we jumping out
We don't respect law enforcement in low-income housing areas and are ready to flee when necessary.


Of convertible matchbox shits, next drip inhaling
We drive small convertibles and constantly inhale drugs.


Chilling, my throat frozen, my orange brick
I am relaxed while my throat is numb from smoking drugs, and I have a large amount of cocaine in brick form.


Bottles of Cru', bitches with Baby Phats, they swinging ax
We drink expensive champagne and hang out with women wearing trendy Baby Phat clothing, who are dancing and having fun.


They singing, you still blinging, daddy, now bring it back
The women are singing and telling us to show off our expensive jewelry again.


The smokest rap nigga, honey, I'mma need a match
I am the best rapper who smokes a lot of drugs and needs a lighter to light more of them.


To bust the game wide open, I'mma need an ax
I need to cause a major disruption in the rap industry, and an ax is necessary to achieve this.


I juggle this, practice, smuggle heroin in the cactus
I multitask by handling various aspects of the drug trade, including smuggling heroin in a cactus plant.


Keep a hood, I still go and fuck a fat bitch
I maintain a tough image, but I still have sex with overweight women.


Actress, slinging the backs of five Cleopatras
A female drug dealer is slinging drugs to five different clients.


A cocaine Chef, I stretch money like elastic
I am an expert at selling drugs and making money, and can make my money last for longer periods.


My raps is bigger, dynamics with the muscle advantage
My lyrics are powerful and have a greater impact than others, due to the strength of my skills and creativity.


Jake Cutler on dust, when I blam shit
I am as accurate as a professional football quarterback, even when high on drugs.


Yo, we been bagging since 18, kid, Polo Rugs on with gloves on
We have been selling drugs since we were 18 years old, wearing Polo brand clothing and gloves to avoid leaving fingerprints.


Rented cars, fronting on winning broads
We are renting expensive cars and lying to impress women.


Gum slow, half moon, leather pants, Avia' days
We chew drugs slowly and wear half-moon glasses, leather pants, and Avia brand sneakers.


Keep your hands off my blunt and my waves
Don't touch my marijuana joint or my hairstyle (waves).


Beneton, Superman bomb, everybody in the lobby, we clapping
We are wearing Benetton brand clothing and carrying guns, causing everyone in the building to panic and run.


Hats on, protecting your moms, you know how we play
We wear hats to protect our heads and are willing to harm anyone, including someone's mother, to get what we want.


Spray something down if the team say
If our group decides that someone needs to be harmed, we will take action.


It's on, I dedicate my lines to the PJ's
I am dedicating my music to the low-income housing project where I grew up.


Triple beams, Pyrex jars, smoking nickle weeds
We have equipment to weigh and package drugs, and are smoking low-grade marijuana.


All we did is look mad fly, icicle rings
We had a high level of style and wore expensive, flashy jewelry.


Whatever homeboy, you want it? You could get your receipt
I don't care what anyone thinks, and I am ready to fight anyone who disagrees. You will get a receipt for your loss.


A little closer, you can sense we got heat, it's only me
If you get closer, you will feel the danger and tension in the air. And it's only because of me.


Plus four other ill gangstas, we all anxious
I am with four other dangerous criminals who are all eager to cause trouble.


To blow up your block and spank shit
We plan to cause chaos and destruction to your entire neighborhood.


Yo, I'm down for the get down, hit the town, sick the bloodhounds on 'em
I am willing to fight and will take it to the streets. I am bringing my associates with me to help.


I rip clowns, I flip pounds, I spit rounds
I hurt people, sell drugs, and shoot guns with confidence.


I'm on the prowl, my stomach growl, crushed by the crowd
I am hungry for success and will do whatever it takes to get ahead. I am getting tired of being stepped on by others.


Rush through Loud Records, drop mushroom clouds
We are racing through the recording studio and causing a lot of commotion and destruction.


I'm not a rapper, I'm spellbound, I melt down
I am not just a rapper, I am a powerful figure who can cast spells and exhibit intense emotions.


Your G-Force, with heat walks
I am powerful and intimidating, with a strong presence.


Free falling to a better money, bet he's hungry
I am taking risks to make more money, and I am determined to succeed.


Spread the honey, big head inside the Humvee
We are planning to lure people in with drugs and sex, and will drive them away in a Humvee vehicle.


Mix lead inside my lungies, spend bread on my Dungarees
I am mixing gunpowder in my cigarettes and spending a lot of money on designer jeans.


And such and such, Ghost plugged me with this slut
GhostFace Killah introduced me to an untrustworthy woman.


Don't hug me, bug me, I'm ugly when I fuck
Don't get too close to me or try to show affection, because I am rude and rough during sex.


I'm hard like a jungle hunter, bust off in Heather
I am strong and effective at hunting my targets, and will have sex with a woman named Heather.


Double cross me, lift your boss off your feet, 'course he's feather
If someone betrays me, I will retaliate and harm their boss, who will be easy to lift because they are light as a feather.


Whatever, whatever, he cried indepence
I don't care what anyone thinks or what they do. They can cry for freedom, but I am still in control.


Tennis players get fried, playing both sides of the ends
People who try to play both sides of the law will get in trouble and suffer the consequences.


Keep your eyes on your friends, cuz they spy for the feds
Be careful and watch your back around your friends, because they might be secretly working for law enforcement.


Watch me rise from the dead, I got ties with the dreads
I will come back stronger after facing challenges, and I have connections with Rastafarians who can help me.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Written by: Corey Woods, Davey Chegwidden, Dennis Coles, L Hawkins, R Adair

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