Rise of the Ghostface Killah
The DeLucas pressed Tony's remains into 12 vinyl records
One for each member of the family
But little did they know, he would return...
Medusa stare, my guns bust in silence
I'm a black vigilante killer, pro violence
It's the rebirth, born again, rise through the vinyl spin
They took out Starks but the light shines within
It's the almighty rise of the murderous Ghostface
Bodies dropped in alleys, left a cold case
Colombian neckties from a black Gambino
Bodies get dumped in the black El Camino
It's Reno, gangster wars, money, power, respect
Revenge is felt like the heat from a Tec
Tommy guns are irrelevant, I'm bulletproof now
I could fly through the air and duck your chick-a-pow
Black superhero, crime boss arch nemesis
Good vs. Evil since the first book of Genesis
Battle to the end that's the way of the thriller
And Starks is reborn as the Ghostface Killah...
Yeah, yeah, no one could get iller
Murders, bodies chopped into Ziplocs
Kill or be killed on these cobblestone street blocks
Crime boss, I call war on the DeLucas
Watch my eyes turn red, I got a squad full of shooters
Murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
When the gas start to hum I put the spark to your grill
Late night, stuck in the limo
Hogtie the capo all up, beheaded the driver
Left the bitch in the back with no tongue as the survivor
Raw dog, spit in her mouth
Disappear in a swarm of killer bees
Cripple 'em from they knees, take they legs out
(Nigga you know the steez!)
I'm a nighthawk, eagle eye, power of mind control
Faster than the speed of light, you catch a big hole
Ruthless, six bodies hung in the meat room
The butcher shop, I call it the body shop
Start from the bottom, killing all the way to the top
Carve my name in your skin, pull a stocking mask over your face
For recognition, no time for remission
Attack till there's no one left in the position
The return of the worst case scenario
Uh, Ghostface attacks on land and now aerial
Murders, bodies chopped into Ziplocs
Kill or be killed on these cobblestone street blocks
Crime boss, I call war on the DeLucas
Watch my eyes turn red, I got a squad full of shooters
Murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
When the gas start to hum I put the spark to your grill
Murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Watch the body count rise when the face gets real
One for each member of the family
But little did they know, he would return...
Medusa stare, my guns bust in silence
I'm a black vigilante killer, pro violence
It's the rebirth, born again, rise through the vinyl spin
They took out Starks but the light shines within
It's the almighty rise of the murderous Ghostface
Bodies dropped in alleys, left a cold case
Colombian neckties from a black Gambino
Bodies get dumped in the black El Camino
It's Reno, gangster wars, money, power, respect
Revenge is felt like the heat from a Tec
Tommy guns are irrelevant, I'm bulletproof now
I could fly through the air and duck your chick-a-pow
Black superhero, crime boss arch nemesis
Good vs. Evil since the first book of Genesis
Battle to the end that's the way of the thriller
And Starks is reborn as the Ghostface Killah...
Yeah, yeah, no one could get iller
Murders, bodies chopped into Ziplocs
Kill or be killed on these cobblestone street blocks
Crime boss, I call war on the DeLucas
Watch my eyes turn red, I got a squad full of shooters
Murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
When the gas start to hum I put the spark to your grill
Late night, stuck in the limo
Hogtie the capo all up, beheaded the driver
Left the bitch in the back with no tongue as the survivor
Raw dog, spit in her mouth
Disappear in a swarm of killer bees
Cripple 'em from they knees, take they legs out
(Nigga you know the steez!)
I'm a nighthawk, eagle eye, power of mind control
Faster than the speed of light, you catch a big hole
Ruthless, six bodies hung in the meat room
The butcher shop, I call it the body shop
Start from the bottom, killing all the way to the top
Carve my name in your skin, pull a stocking mask over your face
For recognition, no time for remission
Attack till there's no one left in the position
The return of the worst case scenario
Uh, Ghostface attacks on land and now aerial
Murders, bodies chopped into Ziplocs
Kill or be killed on these cobblestone street blocks
Crime boss, I call war on the DeLucas
Watch my eyes turn red, I got a squad full of shooters
Murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
When the gas start to hum I put the spark to your grill
Murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Watch the body count rise when the face gets real
Credits
Writer(s): Dennis Coles, Adrian Younge, C.e. Garcia
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