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
Street Opera
Ghostface Killah Lyrics
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I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs
That's why lead the call, they moving up on us
But them G's on the corners, move when I move
That's a warning, or I'mma have my goons spin a garment
Think it's sweet, and try to creep or run up on us
Don't beef, if you ain't beefin' for no quarters
'cause pain is money, you float funny when you surfin' the water
I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border
I love my life, I live it twice, 'cause it's up to me sorta
You a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughter
That really love me, for the **** that I taught her
Will Smith on the guest list, pops is the king
I'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune, kick ya chest in
Us that got the universe confession, pardon your dame
I'm new to the game, but true to my lessons
Jeans, hoods, ****, ****
Visions of me swallowing ****, being chased by jake
And the sound of the razor keep hitting the plate
And tooters is flab with ****, with **** and them jeans
We chew through it, like we coming down off ****
And my P.O., she half Creole, I move from Philly to Dallas
With true talent, like my name is T.O.
So when I ****, I gotta **** slow, she know I kick them Vasine bottles
'cause if I'm dirty, I ain't letting it go
Your project steps is Ajax down, dry blood
Maintenance men with the scrub brush, scraping the ground
Diapers, baby rattles and broke lighters, I led many
Horses to water, just to see if they like it
Taste my, Betty Crock', ready rock, bet he cock, now
News flash, my **** ridin' L, laid a cop down
Any of ya **** want beef, I will stop clowns
I got a bad ox' fifth, now how the **** sound?
Jeans, hoods, guns ****
Aiyo, what up S.G.? Aiyo, what's poppin' my ****
I'm just oil in the ****, exercising my trigger
Finger, I've got the biggest ****, yeah, I got a crispy stainless
Your mans ain't **** those hoes, they just a bunch of gamers
Them head shots, neck shots, probably blow they brains in
I'm so close to the edge, pushin' they **** face in
I bet you now, them mutha**** really start complaining
No hesitation, my reputation'll leave 'em chaining
We go hard, like the NARC's when we start invading
I copped the license and registration, to cock and aiming
It's all entertainment and all my **** made it
We hard body like Wu-Tang and Iron Maiden
I keep the **** blazing, hands hurt
Like a **** when she putting braids in, I think it's so amazing
We ran **** for hours, up in the Days Inn
Hood rats and **** motels, we seen baking
Jeans, hoods, guns, ****
Good
The lyrics to Street Opera by Ghostface Killah feat. Sun God are about the harsh realities of living in the streets and the dangers that come with it. The song showcases Ghostface Killah's and Sun God's experiences as they navigate through life. They talk about staying away from their opponents and leading the call, warning their associates when there is danger around the corner. Ghostface Killah also talks about selling drugs by the border and mentions he loves his life and lives it twice. This line refers to him cherishing every moment and not taking his life for granted.
Sun God talks about his run-ins with the law and his probation officer who is half Creole. He mentions how he had to move from Philly to Dallas and how he has to take his time with his illegal activities because of his P.O. Ghostface Killah talks about how his reputation precedes him and how he and his crew go hard like the NARC's. They discuss their experiences in cheap motels with hood rats and baking and how they ran **** for hours. Overall, the song Street Opera is a raw and honest portrayal of the streets and the life that comes with it.
Line by Line Meaning
Sun God get 'em
Introducing Sun God as the rapper and shifting the focus onto him
I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs
I avoid trouble and confrontations, sorry for any inconvenience
That's why lead the call, they moving up on us
I take charge and warn my crew of any threats or danger
But them G's on the corners, move when I move
The gangsters on the street corners follow my lead and obey my commands
That's a warning, or I'mma have my goons spin a garment
Consider this a threat, or else my henchmen will violently retaliate
Think it's sweet, and try to creep or run up on us
Don't underestimate us and attempt to sneak or attack us
They get deeper than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of order
We will inflict serious harm and you will be severely injured
Don't beef, if you ain't beefin' for no quarters
Don't engage in conflict if there's no profit or gain from it
'cause pain is money, you float funny when you surfin' the water
Injury leads to medical expenses and lost income, and you'll struggle to stay afloat financially
I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border
I sell drugs near the border and make a living from it
I love my life, I live it twice, 'cause it's up to me sorta
I value my life and live it fully, because I'm responsible for my own choices
You a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughter
You're foolish and likely have a family history of mental illness
That really love me, for the **** that I taught her
Your daughter respects me for the lessons I've taught her, despite your shortcomings
Will Smith on the guest list, pops is the king
I'm associated with famous celebrities and my father is a respected leader
I'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune, kick ya chest in
I'm a skilled rapper, able to deliver powerful lines and physically harm my enemies
Us that got the universe confession, pardon your dame
Me and my crew members have secret knowledge and forgive your lady
I'm new to the game, but true to my lessons
I'm inexperienced, but stay true to my beliefs and principles
Visions of me swallowing ****, being chased by jake
Imagining myself taking drugs and being chased by the police
And the sound of the razor keep hitting the plate
The sound of cutting and using drugs is persistent and overwhelming
And tooters is flab with ****, with **** and them jeans
Drug users are physically unfit and have drugs on them at all times
We chew through it, like we coming down off ****
We quickly consume and use up the drugs like addicts in withdrawal
And my P.O., she half Creole, I move from Philly to Dallas
My parole officer is half black and half French, and I relocated from Philadelphia to Dallas
With true talent, like my name is T.O.
I have genuine abilities, like professional football player Terrell Owens
So when I ****, I gotta **** slow, she know I kick them Vasine bottles
I have to be cautious when I smoke, knowing my parole officer tests me and I hide drug paraphernalia
'cause if I'm dirty, I ain't letting it go
If I fail a drug test, I won't accept the consequences and will retaliate
Your project steps is Ajax down, dry blood
Your public housing facility is dirty and covered in dried blood stains
Maintenance men with the scrub brush, scraping the ground
Janitors cleaning the floors with brushes and using a lot of effort
Diapers, baby rattles and broke lighters, I led many
I was a parent with difficulty, taking care of babies and losing lighters often
Horses to water, just to see if they like it
Tried to persuade many people to do things, just to see if they would enjoy it
Taste my, Betty Crock', ready rock, bet he cock, now
Try my version of ready-made crack cocaine, bet it will get you excited
News flash, my **** ridin' L, laid a cop down
Breaking news, my friend shot and killed a police officer
Any of ya **** want beef, I will stop clowns
Any of you who want to fight, I will end it quickly
I got a bad ox' fifth, now how the **** sound?
I have a powerful firearm, isn't that impressive?
Aiyo, what up S.G.? Aiyo, what's poppin' my ****
Hey Sun God, what's up? How's it going?
I'm just oil in the ****, exercising my trigger
I'm smoothing out the situation and getting ready for danger
Finger, I've got the biggest ****, yeah, I got a crispy stainless
I have the best gun and it's clean and shiny
Your mans ain't **** those hoes, they just a bunch of gamers
Your friends aren't having sex with those women, they're just playing around
Them head shots, neck shots, probably blow they brains in
My aim is deadly and I can quickly kill my targets
I'm so close to the edge, pushin' they **** face in
I am very angry and close to snapping, ready to beat someone up
I bet you now, them mutha**** really start complaining
I'm certain those people will start whining and begging for mercy
No hesitation, my reputation'll leave 'em chaining
I act without hesitation and my reputation will intimidate and control them
We go hard, like the NARC's when we start invading
We are aggressive and determined, just like drug enforcement agents
I copped the license and registration, to cock and aiming
I obtained the necessary paperwork to legally own and use my firearms
It's all entertainment and all my **** made it
I view it all as entertainment and everything I've done had some level of success
We hard body like Wu-Tang and Iron Maiden
We are tough and resilient, like the music groups Wu-Tang Clan and Iron Maiden
I keep the **** blazing, hands hurt
I smoke drugs continuously, and it hurts my hands from holding the blunt or pipe
Like a **** when she putting braids in, I think it's so amazing
It feels so good, like when someone's hair is being styled
We ran **** for hours, up in the Days Inn
We used drugs and were up all night in a budget motel chain
Hood rats and **** motels, we seen baking
We've seen a lot of sketchy people and illegal activities there
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: BILL WITHERS, CARLOS EVANS, DENNIS AMES, DENNIS D. COLES, MOBUTU MALIK EVANS
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