Ghostface Killah

Aiyo Came out the CRIB with a blade in my CLASP, AVOCADO OIL in the skillet — cook fast, DOT COM BOOM, but I move like it’s ’96, Slick TIGER in the jungle with them iron fists. Used to CURTSY to the gods in the JACUZZI, Now I light BUSHELS of haze, blow it loosely. PACK ANIMAL moves, I’m a mule with the stash, Wool trench, MAX .40 tucked next to the cash. BELLADONNA kiss — poison on her lips, Tried to TEMPTS FATE, got laced in the script. No IDLE hands — I grip KEYS to the safe, In this GAME of deceit, SEES lies on the face. MEDIA DIET, I don’t feed off clout, I PREFERS solitude — let the whispers sprout. From UNSUNG blocks, where the angels fell, Now it’s cream in the pocket — MEANS WELL, can’t tell.