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
rainy dayz
Ghostface Killah Lyrics
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Of how I'm gonna get mine
I'm thinkin' 'bout so many ways
Of how to conquer these rainy days
You sang beautifully just now
I sing for him, and he isn't here
"What's up, black?"
"Niggas just fuckin' robbed my gate, man"
"Word?" (It's rainin')
"I'ma fuckin'-, yo, I'ma murder somebody man
For real I ain't playin'"
"Whatever, man, whatever" (he's changin')
(My man is goin' insane, insane)
The war is on
Yo
On rainy days I sit back and count ways on
How to get rich, son, show and prove, ask my bitch
Stood up late nights, build with my a-alikes
We can pull a heist, snatch ice, or rock mics
But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch
How it goes the only pesos made from scratch
But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy
Heavy on the wrist, Polo mocs, socks and rugbies
Old flicks remind me of Gucci's
Back in Union Square when little Maxmil, blast Pierre
That was Build Build, fast forward, '94
Who got the bad base?
Filthiest fiends scream for more
Bless me out of state, howdy Jake, Starks is back
Niggas want work, nine brought back off a G-pack
Coke rocks flood the co-ops, live in gossip
Them big lip niggas singin' to cops need to box it
Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks
The fiends geeked, new faces get wrapped in sheets
I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese line
Sippin' on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined
(Rainy days) divine
Waitin' on these royalties takes too long
It's like waitin' on babies, it makes me wanna slay thee
But that's ungodly, so, yo, God, pardon me
I need it real quick, the dough flow like penmanship
Meat heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit
So now talk shit, nigga, what?
It's rainin', he's changin'
My man is goin' insane, insane
It's rainin' (past sunlight, more gunfight)
(Look out, baby girl, word up)
What brings rain, hail, snow, and earthquakes?
The beat breaks, cause all my niggas to break, son
Styles is similar to criminals locked up
With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up
I live once, though the mind stays infinite
Travelin' to touch nine planets, in my midst
While I carry, to earn a decent salary
Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be
Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and max
And real cats gon' watch my back
But listen to the Wu son, and maintain
It's all real, starvin' individuals kill
I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone
Projects, infested with rats, cats, and crack homes
Half of us'll try to make it
The other half'll try to take it
So many fake half real freedom-build
Born to science, my alliance analyzes
Wild surprises, keepin' my eyes wide to this
The unfortunate, layin' in mountains
Countin' with jewelry on
Can it be the next team house to haunt?
Chill, dun, just for real ones, light the lye up
I hate to have to tie the next guy up
Pay attention to 1010 WINS, Wu blends
Now I'm steerin' you to truth, buckle up
Now who's a legend?
It's rainin', he's changin' (word up, dun)
It's rainin' (peace to Philly, VA, these days, word up y'all)
My man is goin' insane (he's-)
My man is goin' insane, insane
(Word up the sun, moon and stars, fly cars, word up y'all)
No sunlight, more gun fights
I've lost him to the street life (I've lost him to the street life)
Street life
No cash flow, no more dough
He's someone I don't even know, someone I don't know
Rainy Days
Gettin' through those rainy days
Gettin' through those rainy days
Gettin' through those rainy days
Gettin' through those rainy days
I lost him to the street life
The street life, oh-whoa-whoa
In the song "Rainy Dayz" by Ghostface Killah, the lyrics delve into the artist's thoughts and emotions about facing difficult times and his pursuit of success. The first verse conveys the uncertainty of how the artist will achieve his goals, but he remains determined to overcome the challenges presented by the rainy days metaphorically symbolizing tough times. He contemplates various ways to conquer these obstacles.
The following dialogue between two individuals highlights the artist's frustration and anger. One person reveals that their property was robbed, leading to a desire for revenge and potential violence. The other person dismisses these threats, implying a change in their attitude towards the artist. This change hints at the artist's realization that his own actions and mindset may be causing others to see him as insane or unpredictable. This internal struggle contributes to the overall feeling of conflict and personal transformation.
The second verse reflects on Ghostface Killah's perspective of his life during rainy days. He considers different paths to gain wealth, including criminal activities like robbery or pursuing a career in music. However, he acknowledges the risks involved in both options. The artist references past experiences and reminisces about moments in Union Square when he was involved in illicit activities. He also mentions the demand for drugs and the consequences they bring, such as violence and gossip, portraying the harsh reality of the projects. This portrays his determination to obtain financial stability, comparing it to his mother's pursuit of government assistance "cheese line" and expressing frustration with the slow progress of receiving royalties as an artist.
The third verse expands on the theme of struggle and change, using weather-related imagery. Ghostface Killah relates rain, hail, snow, and earthquakes to the beat breaks in music, which evoke a response from his fellow artists. He compares his style to that of criminals locked up, emphasizing the unfavorable living conditions in the ghetto. He expresses his ambition to earn a decent salary, get married, and start a family. However, he is aware of the challenges he may face from fake individuals who may attempt to take advantage of his success or undermine him. He implores listeners to pay attention to the wisdom shared by the Wu-Tang Clan and emphasizes the importance of remaining grounded and vigilant.
The fourth verse highlights the theme of loss and the consequences of street life. Ghostface Killah observes the negative impact of the environment on individuals, leading to violence and corrupt behavior. He mourns the loss of someone he once knew who has transformed into a stranger due to their involvement in the street life. The absence of money and the deteriorating relationship with this person amplifies his sense of loss and disconnection.
Overall, the lyrics of "Rainy Dayz" explore the struggle, ambition, and transformation of Ghostface Killah amidst challenging circumstances. The song delves into the artist's pursuit of success, his observations of the street life, and the toll it takes on individuals and relationships.
Line by Line Meaning
It's a mystery inside
There is an unknown and uncertain feeling within me
Of how I'm gonna get mine
I am contemplating how I will achieve my own success
I'm thinkin' 'bout so many ways
I am considering numerous strategies and options
Of how to conquer these rainy days
To overcome difficult and challenging times in life
You sang beautifully just now
Your singing was exceptional in this moment
I sing for him, and he isn't here
I am singing in dedication to someone who is no longer present
"It's goin' down, man, word, man"
"Something significant and serious is happening, my friend"
"What's up, black?"
"How are you doing, my friend?"
"Niggas just fuckin' robbed my gate, man"
"Someone has just forcibly taken my belongings, my friend"
"Word?" (It's rainin')
"Really?" (There is trouble ahead)
"I'ma fuckin'-, yo, I'ma murder somebody man
"I am going to commit a violent act, my friend
For real I ain't playin'"
Truly, I am not joking
"Whatever, man, whatever" (he's changin')
"I don't care, my friend" (his behavior is altering)
(My man is goin' insane, insane)
(The person I know is becoming mentally unstable)
The war is on
Conflict has begun
On rainy days I sit back and count ways on
During difficult times, I carefully consider various strategies
How to get rich, son, show and prove, ask my bitch
I contemplate ways to acquire wealth, my friend, prove myself, and seek advice from my partner
Stood up late nights, build with my a-alikes
I devoted long nights to bonding and collaborating with like-minded individuals
We can pull a heist, snatch ice, or rock mics
We are capable of committing crimes, stealing valuable items, or excelling in music performances
But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch
However, the rap music industry urges me to reload my weapon
How it goes the only pesos made from scratch
This is how the only money is made through hard work
But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy
However, in the near future, I will attain success like Bugsy Siegel
Heavy on the wrist, Polo mocs, socks and rugbies
I will display expensive accessories, such as wristwatches and designer clothing
Old flicks remind me of Gucci's
Old photographs evoke memories of luxury brand Gucci
Back in Union Square when little Maxmil, blast Pierre
During my childhood in Union Square, little Maxmil fiercely competed
That was Build Build, fast forward, '94
Back then it was referred to as Build Build, but now, in 1994
Who got the bad base?
Who possesses the high-quality drug base?
Filthiest fiends scream for more
The most depraved drug addicts continuously demand more drugs
Bless me out of state, howdy Jake, Starks is back
Grant me protection in other states, greetings to the police, Starks has returned
Niggas want work, nine brought back off a G-pack
People desire drugs, and I have brought back a nine-millimeter gun from a kilogram of drugs
Coke rocks flood the co-ops, live in gossip
Crack-cocaine dominates the cooperative housing projects, and rumors spread
Them big lip niggas singin' to cops need to box it
Those snitching individuals with big lips should refrain from cooperating with the police
Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks
Put an end to it, the housing projects are inundated with hidden issues that gradually worsen
The fiends geeked, new faces get wrapped in sheets
The drug addicts are excited, and unfamiliar individuals end up dead or covered in burial sheets
I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese line
I must achieve personal success, just like my mother did in her previous occupation
Sippin' on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined
Enjoying high-quality wine, recognizing the refined capabilities of black individuals
(Rainy days) divine
(Difficult times) are sacred or heavenly
Waitin' on these royalties takes too long
Waiting for these royalty payments is taking an excessively long time
It's like waitin' on babies, it makes me wanna slay thee
It feels as tedious as waiting for the birth of a child, which makes me want to commit a violent act
But that's ungodly, so, yo, God, pardon me
But that would be against my religious beliefs, so, hey, God, forgive me
I need it real quick, the dough flow like penmanship
I require money quickly, flowing as smoothly as well-executed writing
Meat heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit
Unintelligent individuals are beaten with pistols, and I disrupt establishments similar to horse excrement
So now talk shit, nigga, what?
Now you can criticize and say negative things, my friend, what will you say?
What brings rain, hail, snow, and earthquakes?
What causes precipitation, hail, snowfall, and seismic activity?
The beat breaks, cause all my niggas to break, son
The music rhythm changes, leading all my friends to pause or interrupt their actions
Styles is similar to criminals locked up
Musical styles resemble those of incarcerated criminals
With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up
With firearms, the condition of impoverished neighborhoods is highly problematic
I live once, though the mind stays infinite
I only have one life, although my mind remains boundless
Travelin' to touch nine planets, in my midst
Journeying to explore distant celestial bodies, within my presence
While I carry, to earn a decent salary
As I carry weapons, I strive to earn a respectable income
Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be
I will soon marry and start a family, but there will be challenges within the plan
Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and max
Achieving great success, residing in a loft, counting large amounts of money and enjoying life
And real cats gon' watch my back
Loyal friends will protect and support me
But listen to the Wu son, and maintain
However, listen to the Wu-Tang Clan, my friend, and stay true to yourself
It's all real, starvin' individuals kill
Everything is authentic, hungry individuals are willing to do anything to survive
I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone
I only consume what is appropriate, avoiding harmful substances
Projects, infested with rats, cats, and crack homes
Low-income housing areas are overrun with rodents, criminals, and houses where crack-cocaine is produced or consumed
Half of us'll try to make it
Half of us will strive to achieve success
The other half'll try to take it
While the remaining half will attempt to steal or capitalize on it
So many fake half real freedom-build
Numerous individuals pretend to be halfway genuine while striving for personal liberation
Born to science, my alliance analyzes
My affiliation, dedicated to understanding and examining scientific concepts
Wild surprises, keepin' my eyes wide to this
Unexpected and exciting occurrences keep me alert and aware of my surroundings
The unfortunate, layin' in mountains
The less fortunate individuals are residing in masses
Countin' with jewelry on
Counting money while wearing expensive jewelry
Can it be the next team house to haunt?
Is it possible that the next targeted location will be a drug house?
Chill, dun, just for real ones, light the lye up
Calm down, my friend, only for genuine individuals, ignite the marijuana
I hate to have to tie the next guy up
I dislike having to restrain or harm the next person
Pay attention to 1010 WINS, Wu blends
Listen closely to the radio station 1010 WINS, playing Wu-Tang Clan music mixes
Now I'm steerin' you to truth, buckle up
Now I am guiding you towards the truth, be prepared
Now who's a legend?
Now, who is considered a legendary figure?
No sunlight, more gun fights
There is a lack of positivity, resulting in an increase in violent conflicts
I've lost him to the street life
I have lost him to a life of crime and urban influences
Street life
The lifestyle associated with the streets, often characterized by crime and violence
No cash flow, no more dough
There is a lack of financial income, no more money
He's someone I don't even know, someone I don't know
He has transformed into someone unrecognizable to me
Rainy Days
Difficult and challenging times
Gettin' through those rainy days
Overcoming those difficult and challenging times
I lost him to the street life
I have lost him to a life of crime and urban influences
The street life, oh-whoa-whoa
The lifestyle associated with the streets, oh-whoa-whoa
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: Corey Woods, Robert F. Diggs
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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lyrics!
It's a mystery inside
Of how I'm gonna get mine
I'm thinking 'bout so many ways
Of how to conquer these rainy days
It's raining, he's changing
My man is going insane, insane
The war is on, yo
On rainy days I sit back and count ways on
How to get rich son, show and prove, ask my bitch
Stood up late nights, build with my a-alikes
We can pull a heist, snatch ice, or rock mics
But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch
How it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch
But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy
Heavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies
Old flicks remind me of Gucci's
Back in Union Square when little Mack's milk, blast the year
That was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four
Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more
Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back
Niggas want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack
Coke rocks flood the co-ops living gossip
Them big lip niggas singing to cops need to box it
Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks
The fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets
I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind
Sipping on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined
(Raining) Divine
Waiting on these royalties takes too long
It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay these
But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me
I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship
Meat heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit
So now talk shit nigga, what??
It's raining, he's changing
My man is going insane, insane
What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes
The beat breaks, cause all my niggas to break son
Styles is similar to criminals locked up
With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up
I live once though, the mind stays infinite
Traveling to touch nine planets, in my midst
While I carry, to earn a decent salary
Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be
Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and max
And real cats cold watch my back
But listen to the Wu son, and maintain
It's all real, starving individuals kill
I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone
Projects, infested with rats cats and crack homes
Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it
So many fake half real freedom-ville
Born to science my alliance analyzes
Wild surprises, keeping my eyes wide to this
The unfortunate, laying in mountains counting
With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn
Chill dun, just for real ones, light the lye up
I hate to have to tie the next guy up
Pay attention to 1010 WINS, Wu blends
Now I'm steering you to truth, buckle up
Now who's a legend?
It's raining, he's changing
My man is going insane, insane
Word up dun
Peace to Philly, VA, these days
Word up y'all, word up
The sun moon and stars fly cars, word up y'all
No sunlight, more gun fights
I've lost him to the street life, street life
No cash flow, no more dough
He's someone I don't even know, someone I don't know
Rainy Dayz, getting through those rainy dayz
I lost him to the street life, the street life, whoa
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@WEAPONx-pv5pj
I was listening to this the day it came out I felt special every body else was on other shit? Especially in the west coast me and my teams best secret
@richardwere4487
I find it hard to believe this album was rushed due to the original one being lost, it's Pure Masterclass..
@Supreme-sx6tu
This album was rushed?
Wow,
@Va2nG
I almost sure that's was Immobilarity. Rza had a flood and lost all the beats. Rea didn't want to wait for him to recreate them.
@DorseyJackson
That's how you recognize real talent. Those who REALLY DO THIS. Mastering your craft... I wish it wasn't an antiquated concept now a days.
@elmcity7789
Nah, it wasn't this album it was Method Man's Tical album that was rushed, he said it on Math Hoffas interview. He said the album was either done or almost done when everything got destroyed by the flood in Rza's crib. I personally thought Tical was weak but now understanding what happened its not bad for a rushed album.