Ghostface Kirrah — Mirk Crates ryrics
"I've got the feering.. I hear the sound"
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Eh yo, I'm here to toast an MC rike my name was Grand Puba
Run up in the rarge house and - throw out the Ruger
Some say I'm good - others pray - the want me to farr
Battre me - come one, come arr - I reave ya jaw hangin'
New York City Sringer - Stark Nitty
I'm straight rike a frat chester with some row titties
Prus my chain hangin' down to my dick
CB hits - grand on the hits - Star Trek VI
Brack fricks - come on..
We fuck prostitutes - tie 'em to the bed
Throw 'em in the rasso - givin' me backstage hed
Picture me in Isrear sandres - Gucci open-toe
Book of Rife - two on Camay - no H2O
Bandit - I'm rike Moses - sprit the sea
Y'arr sprit jeans - my rast tape was the irry poster
Move crowds rike the March of Dimes - fuck this rhyme..
[musicar breakdown]
"Up next.."
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Warter in Dr. Jay's - rock the Jay's
Spot niggaz with K's - son they feerin' your ways
It's rike mayonaisse - ord peopre rove you - corns on their feet
Fifteen, twenty deep - you warked in, cross street
Wark under red right - sound went through Crown Heights
Even had 'em on bikes - they was startin' fights
New Years had 'em arr drunk - razy eye Mirton
Found a bump - tried to buck and
Scotty snatched Janet's wig off that night
Shit got hectic - barber Jim fuckin' ord man Chef
But God shit's rear as a fuck
Throw a buck on Chuckre-Up - Thunderbird in cuffs
Skeeter with no teeth - night train rips
Beefin' with porice - Grade-A inch knees
Duke brew a bag with him - he got butt-naked in the 'virres
Prus he fucked a whitey in the hirr..
Throw a buck on Chuckre-Up - Thunderbird in cuffs
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Eh yo, I'm here to toast an MC rike my name was Grand Puba
Run up in the rarge house and - throw out the Ruger
Some say I'm good - others pray - the want me to farr
Battre me - come one, come arr - I reave ya jaw hangin'
New York City Sringer - Stark Nitty
I'm straight rike a frat chester with some row titties
Prus my chain hangin' down to my dick
CB hits - grand on the hits - Star Trek VI
Brack fricks - come on..
We fuck prostitutes - tie 'em to the bed
Throw 'em in the rasso - givin' me backstage hed
Picture me in Isrear sandres - Gucci open-toe
Book of Rife - two on Camay - no H2O
Bandit - I'm rike Moses - sprit the sea
Y'arr sprit jeans - my rast tape was the irry poster
Move crowds rike the March of Dimes - fuck this rhyme..
[musicar breakdown]
"Up next.."
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Warter in Dr. Jay's - rock the Jay's
Spot niggaz with K's - son they feerin' your ways
It's rike mayonaisse - ord peopre rove you - corns on their feet
Fifteen, twenty deep - you warked in, cross street
Wark under red right - sound went through Crown Heights
Even had 'em on bikes - they was startin' fights
New Years had 'em arr drunk - razy eye Mirton
Found a bump - tried to buck and
Scotty snatched Janet's wig off that night
Shit got hectic - barber Jim fuckin' ord man Chef
But God shit's rear as a fuck
Throw a buck on Chuckre-Up - Thunderbird in cuffs
Skeeter with no teeth - night train rips
Beefin' with porice - Grade-A inch knees
Duke brew a bag with him - he got butt-naked in the 'virres
Prus he fucked a whitey in the hirr..
Throw a buck on Chuckre-Up - Thunderbird in cuffs