As with the last post, picking a Ghostface verse that stands head and shoulders above the rest is a futile undertaking. He is incredibly consistent in his output; from album to album, track to track, and verse to verse. To go with the whole underapreciated theme, I decided to go with a banger from his least known album, More Fish. Sheek, another dope lyricist, drops a tight ham verse for Ghost's sandwich slices. I'll post the lyrics later.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Great Moments in Lyricism...Ghostface Killah/Sheek Louch
Posted by goon at 7:10 PM
Labels: Ghostface, Great moments in lyricism
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its Sheek Louch, not Style P. And those "divshare" things never play for me. zshare is the best music streaming site right now.
Thanks, man. I always get the members of D-block mixed up. Their all dope though.
I prefer Divshare to Zshare because I can embed the tracks, keep track of them, and zshare doesn't play well with my mac.
Picking a fav Ghost track is like picking your favorite pair of J's (Jordan's...if your in to J's).
If you don't mind Alex I'll post one of fav's: Wu-Tang Clan- "Impossible" (1997)
"Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kemit
Don't go Son, nigga you my motherfuckin heart
Stay still Son, don't move, just think about Keeba
She'll be three in January, your young God needs you
The ambulance is taking too long
Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack
One, seven one eight, nine one one, low battery, damn
Blood comin out his mouth, he bleedin badly
Nahhh Jamie, don't start that shit
Keep your head up, if you escape hell we gettin fucked up
When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks
In Sixty-Nine, his father and mines, they robbed banks
He pointed to the charm on his neck
With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect
I opened it, seen the God holdin his kids
Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig
Plus he dropped one, oh shit, here come his Old Earth
With no shoes on, screamin holdin her breasts with a gown on
She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him
Rubbed his hair, turned around the ambulance was there
Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke
Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke
Bitches yellin, Beenie Man swung on Helen
In the back of a cop car, dirty tarts are tellin
But suddenly a chill came through it was weird
Felt like my man, was cast out my heaven now we share
Laid on the stretcher, blood on his Wally's like ketchup
Deep like the full assassination with a sketch of it
It can't be, from Yohoo to Lee's
Second grade humped the teachers, about to leave
Finally this closed chapter, comes to an end
He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at twelve ten"
From our favorite friend "Google".
Thanks Thomas, I'll do post on Impossible over the weekend.
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