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
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Ghostface Killah Lyrics
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Sun God, get 'em, official
[Sun God]
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'ma have my goons spin a garment
Shit'll get deeper than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of order
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 shit 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
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
Jeans, hoods, guns, crack
[Ghostface Killah]
Visions of me swallowing crack, being chased by jake
And the sound of the razor keep hitting the plate
And tooters is flab with rugers, with daggers and them jeans
We chew through it, like we coming down off woolas
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 piss, I gotta piss 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 nigga ridin' L, laid a cop down
Any of ya niggas want beef, I will stop clowns
I got a bad ox' fifth, now how the glock sound?
[Chorus]
[Ghostface Killah (Sun God)]
Hey yo, what up S.G.? (Hey yo, what's poppin' my nigga
I'm just oil in the toolies, exercising my trigger
Finger, I got the biggest bangers) Yeah, I got a crispy stainless
Your mans ain't fucking 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 fucking face in)
I bet you now, them motherfuckers 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 niggas made it)
We hard body like Wu-Tang and Iron Maiden
(I keep the iron blazing, hands hurt
Like a bitch when she putting braids in, I think it's so amazing)
We ran trains for hours, up in the Days Inn
Hood rats and crack motels, we seen baking
[Chorus]
[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, good
The lyrics to Ghostface Killah's song "Street Opera" feature two rappers, Sun God and Ghostface Killah, trading verses about their life experiences and gritty realities of living in the streets. Sun God begins by describing how he stays far from his opponents and warns them not to try to creep up on him or his goons will spin a garment. He advises people not to beef if they are not beefing for any quarters because "pain is money" and you float funny when you're surfing the water. He is a drug dealer and loves his life as it's up to him to live it twice.
Ghostface Killah chimes in with his own experiences, describing visions of him swallowing crack and being chased by police. He talks about the sound of the razor hitting the plate and tooters carrying rugers, daggers, and jeans. He tells how he led many horses to water just to see if they like it and talks about hood rat life in crack motels. The chorus simply states, "Jeans, hoods, guns, crack," emphasizing the gritty reality of street life.
Overall, "Street Opera" highlights the harsh realities of living in the streets and the struggle for survival. It portrays drug dealing, criminal activities and the constant chase of law enforcement and highlights the dangerous nature of the job.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BILL WITHERS, CARLOS EVANS, DENNIS AMES, DENNIS D. COLES, MOBUTU MALIK EVANS
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