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Silent Lyricsby Ghostface Killah Buy album CD: Other Songs 9 - P [Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, six o'clock in the morning That's right, you gotta get your darts right Spray ya'll niggas on some marksman shit] [Ghostface Killah] I got ready to graze Took my hat off and the crowd went crazy Bitches threw their panties, the sound man was fannin' me The whole place was standin', G What they chant, we was family Jumped in the crowd and I swam to sea Threw me to the back, surprise, I still had my chains on me Dana Dane, front row bitches, I bang all three Say, yo, Meth, fuck it, throw a Jim Brownski Versace, banana color robes and my socks be Them Billie Jean shits and they real Rocky The fans can't knock me I bench Coliseums while Genius spot me Plus I'm cocky, bitch [Streetlife] Once I, took off the hoodie, revealed the face Cop patrol couldn't control the place I got groupies backstage, lined up at the gate The signs up, yellin', "We love your tape!" I'm sorry I took so long, didn't mean to make ya'll wait But good things take time to create You can find me, in your studio Half baked, eatin' ganja cake Tryin' to make my next release date With Ghost, Street, GZA, great minds relate You know a brother bond is hard to break When we perform we cause the Earth to shake Ain't nuthin' change, it's still those same niggas you love to hate GZA... [GZA] I set examples over amplified samples That's scratched in the club, ducks begin to trample On those fell victim, body loss they souls These beats when I picked 'em Jones played the role, soldiers brave and bold RZA paid the roll, GZA buries the scrolls Then months later it was, then years later it was Written on loose leaf, that old formula That was stolen by new thieves The journalist watched it, critics couldn't knock it A piece of history that they carried in they pocket With the time factor, speed was the order of the day What a delay, they were able to, what he would say Why waste the slot time, of the ridiculous rhyme That's only excused by a generous mind I kept 'em stored in the shelters like the goods in cans 'Til I turned rap villes into harvested lands
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