Paroles No face Ghostface Killah

No face

Yeah
Started in the kitchen
Watchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit
Eatin' oatmeal, shoutout you [?] Zamir, that's right
They asked me where I get my song from

Let's go, yeah
Jackson 5 shit, this is it
Yo, uh-huh, right, yeah

Ayo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do
I'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too
African gold dentals, iced-out medals
I seen niggas get murked by the heels of stilettos
I blam one nigga and watch the other die by the echo
I had dots on dark-skin niggas that look like freckles
Pay homage, my Islamic, my wrist timeless
I threw up rhymes in my camel suit, I seen in my vomit
It's a world premiere, 'mere
I limp when I'm draggin' to Saudi, it's down to here, here
Holdin' bricks, where, where?
My man got 85 to life and that's years, years
Same day he spit at the judge and threw a chair, chair

Over large cake
You know it's on, checkmate
You can get spun just like a mixtape
Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin
Just a kid with a no face
That can take form just like a snowflake
No reusable hammers, they all throwaways
Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and-

Me and Ghost in a ski mask (ski mask, ski mask, yeah)
I was chillin' there, laying, Chilean like sea bass
And nobody was askin' her
Pussy don't even fix your lips like labiaplasty-a (Yeah, yo, uh-huh, what, yeah, ayo)
Welfare, got all the bread (Yeah)
I'm sad, I need some head
I might tell you you the one while I'm hittin' it (Yeah, yo, uh-huh)
Till I post-nut, cum to my senses (What, yeah, ayo)
I tried to meditate, I tried to medicate (Yeah)
She had two phones, thought she was Kevin Gates
She was lyin' bout it, then she came clean (Yeah, yo, uh-huh, what, yeah, ayo)
I was so mad, I fucked her so hard she came clean (Ayo)
Got that new rrrrt, it's a Maybaybay (Yeah)
She got that new bag, it's a Chaynaynay
I take it too far, I take it way-way-way (Yeah, yo, uh-huh, what, yeah)
I pull up Cougar, out a ca-a-age (Ayo)

Over large cake
You know it's on, checkmate
You can get spun just like a mixtape
Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin
Just a kid with a no face
That can take form just like a snowflake
No reusable hammers, they all throwaways
Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and-

I'm like a Nobu Street activist, flooded with shines
Jackson 5 before Motowns, I get better with time
Run up in the big gambling spots, cockin' it back
I'm talkin' Agnes, Agatha, Jermaine and Jack
VVS's on custom watches that's made from scratch
My birthstone is like a Easter egg, an emerald fact
My flawless game, floor seats in the glass, it came
It's a glass of [?], beat the odds in Vegas
We shook the coke for the big lumps and the Pyrex strainers
Ran up in housing who had work, we disguised as painters
Pop like bitches with fake asses that leak like drainage
Our language, too much money, we can't explain it

Over large cake
You know it's on, checkmate
You can get spun just like a mixtape
Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin
Just a kid with a no face
That can take form just like a snowflake
No reusable hammers, they all throwaways
Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and-

Yeah
I'd like to thank all the MCs across New York
Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem, Queens, Long Island
Givin' birth to Pretty Tone out here in Staten Island
We be wildin' nigga, that's right
Writin' these rhymes in red ink nigga, with the red light on
Cornered back in the days, you heard
Forty ounce kingpins, nigga, word
Those were the days and shit, gettin' that money
Wu-Tang for life, yacht city
Holla at me
Call me a civil, nigga (One)
Fosho, we dirty in this head
We done murdered this shit, R.I.P.
Fuck outta here