Return of the Savage

In the beginning
It's time for a new chapter
Twelve more reasons to die
after the laughter
Its relevant
The legacy lives on lavish
Ghostface Killah
Return of the savage
In the beginning
It's time for a new chapter
Twelve more reasons to die

after the laughter
Its relevant
The legacy lives on lavish
Ghostface Killah
Return of the savage

I ain't lettin' nothing live.
Horrific the Ghost RZA stigmata scenery ill,
visions of Ian Flemmings.
The taste of blood is up on my tongue,
walk through the valley of death,
I've seen reaper waving, with two snakes kissing.
Can't believe they took my wife and my kids, and straight lynched 'em.
Word to god, once I get em, I got 'em the moments priceless.

Decapitating heads like a journalist snatched by ISIS.
I want revenge now!

...

Spotted one of Deluga's men,
at a restaurant,
eating spaghetti, drinking on Dom Perignon
with two other goons laughing, prolly jokin' 'bout the murder.
I calmly approached them with the burner.
...
When he realized a real live G was bout to serve him,
60 piece flew through his jaw closing his curtains.
Now it's total chaos the people running for they lives.

The other cock suckers tried reaching for they hammers,
but they was slow on they draw, so I blammed 'em.

Taking they top off like a convertible drop burgundy Phantom.

They say the taste of revenge is sweet but let me see.
Prepare the table for a feast, take a seat now lets eat!.

In the beginning
It's time for a new chapter
Twelve more reasons to die
after the laughter
Its relevant
The legacy lives on lavish
Ghostface Killah
Return of the savage
In the beginning
It's time for a new chapter
Twelve more reasons to die
after the laughter
Its relevant
The legacy lives on lavish
Ghostface Killah
Return of the savage

Beast mode I'm resurrected.

I hear the record spinning, early 70's New York Kingpins.
And I see street life, the only life I know.

I see liberty, I see the motherfucking Verrazano.
I see gangsters getting money, bitches acting funny.
Stacks upon stacks, and not one nigga bum me.
Something ain't right, this ain't the greedy streets of Italy.
Where Logan and my seed? Come on son you kidding me?
Who's calling me? Who's calling the Killah with no face?
Who summoned me here to this place?
I need answers . . behead Chancellors.
I'm a vigilante killer,
no times for games and ain't, no nigga realer.
Lets talk business, you don't want to leak your own blood.
State you name, before you get stretched, like a rug.

As the Ghostface Killah,
and the infamous gangster Lester Kane came face to face for the first time
to reflect on the violent events that forced their paths to cross
A black crime family led by Lester Kane has made a violent push for supremacy against the surviving members of the Deluga clan
Now residing in New York city.
In attempts to thwart his adversaries advances, Luther Luger, the head of the Deluga clan
guns down members of the Kane syndicate, as well as Lester's wife and son.
The war escalates.
In one fatal night Lester and his men rob one of the Deluga's clans social clubs,
discovering 12 vinyl records, hidden within a safe.