Gunshowers

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Simple minds get blown, shattered into pieces My thesis is thick like The Book of Eli We live, we die, we put 'em in the sky Free your mind as a slave like the Fourth of July This a sandstorm created from original thought I bust boundaries, son, you just do what you taught My vocab is powerful, spit shit subliminal Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual Mind, body, and soul, I'm a strong individual Come through in the final hour with gun showers Stand the fuck up like Flav to fight the power I'm an activist, socialist, deadly-ass poetrist Supreme Clientele, I'm a goddamn vocalist My thoughts are so heavy, I could change a generation The X-factor, we puttin' holes through inflation [Verse 2: eLZhi] If you hit the rock bottom of the asphalt, that's likely your ass fault My lines are cocaine, the flow is bath salts I'm a for-sure don No one in your circle can box me, that's like an oxymoron I flirt with building your empire Gotta shake the snake in the grass and spark sharks to swim by ya 'Cause every meek head that speak street cred ain't bangin' heat lead And probably cut like sweet bread, wetting their sheets spread So, nigga, holla, I coin phrases to trigger dollars It's butter-fly like them shirts made with bigger collars Women thank the scholar, the broad-stealer,  Who lay them face down and ass up like a card dealer The time ceases, I keep a bed with dimepieces As I palm another phenomenon rhyme thesis 'Cause on the contrary – I get it popping like Dom Pérignon Beyond Tom, Harry, and Dick You can declare me as sick [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Highly contagious Bathsalt flows leaving bodies all on stages Locked behind cages, don of all ages It's Ghostface, nigga, never pleading the cases But I plead the fifth, four-fifth by the belt buckle Crack stone-faced niggas with the steel of a knuckle Go ahead and chuckle, I'll have uncle murder your goons Hoes and balloons, O.D.'ing on flights from Colombia Pull your trunk through your neck when the cartel's done with ya Supreme talk boss, verbal holocaust, I'm a thriller Have you jumping out, they sleep, Wigs hand me a Miller Sick the dogs sitting in their shoes My iron monkeys spit banana clips with thick traps like Terry Crews Silverbacks with high tracks, fuckin' relax Got a duffle bag full of guns, son, dipped in black My culture rise and attack just like a vulture Ghostface the next Escobar or Sosa