| Choose the sword, and you will join me Choose the ball, and you join your mother... in death You don't understand my words, but you must choose *baby gurgling* So... come boy, choose life or death Verse One: Ghostface Killah The only man I hold wake for Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's My Memorex performed tape decks, my own phone sex Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with rac-coons Corner sittin wine niggaz sippin Apple Boone, this ain't no white cartoon Cuz I be duckin crazy spades The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet? Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept? Stand up You're out of luck like two dogs stuck Iron Man be sippin rum, out of Stanley Cups, unflammable Noriega, aimin knives which stay windy in Chicago spine-tingle, mind boggles Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough Give me mine before Po, wrap you up in so-and-so I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine and great Henry the Eighth Built with Ghengis Khan, the wreck suede wiley Don Verse Two: Killah Priest I judge wisely, as if nothin ever surprise me Loungin, between two pillars of ivory I'm lively, my dome piece, is like buildin stones in Greece my poems are deep from ancient thrones I speak I'm overwhelmed, as my mind, roams the realm My eye's the vision, memory is the film Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above clouds They act wild and couldn't budge a crowd No ... |
