Motion and this Our ghost town I snap back Only for a moment, and I Simmer right down It's you, me The Lonely Left In Motion and this Our ghost town
to her chest listening to the ghost in her bones In the kitchen, Raney slipped his hand between the pipes From a brown bag pulled five hundred dollar
damn gun slingers I've ever seen Got murdered in cold blood That ol' saloon there was their lil' home away from home They say the ghosts of Bad and Evil
right, c'mon nigga.. [ODB]That's as far as it goes? [Ghost] Sound about to go off on some real live Wu-shit, uh huh [Cappa] W-T-C [RZA] Ghost-FACE! [Ghost
paper Y'all need to chill, sit the fuck down and fix ya makeup Ghost is ya host, so allow me, hand me ya coats Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly
right, c'mon nigga.. [ODB:] That's as far as it goes? [Ghost:] Sound about to go off on some real live Wu-shit, uh huh [Cappa:] W-T-C [RZA:] Ghost-FACE! [Ghost
all, they can only hang you once. [VERSE 1] Both hands clusty, chillin' wit my man Rusty low down Blew off the burner kinda dusty The world can't touch Ghost
build [sample x4:] "Ghost is back..." [Ghostface Killah:] Yo, I cooked up the beef, seasoned up the meat Fried 'em, tried 'em, took it out the grease Ghost
got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants Jumbo shits from New Orleans Players and Pimps that bit off Fiends Quick, switch with the hands
so cold Mi love fi see when body a roll, dem rise inna mi pole Where dem at dem caan hold Hundred degrees she ready fi come melt di North Pole [Chorus
the power, true power Showin and provin [Inspectah Deck] I once asked God to forgive for my sins Bent on my knees pleadin to be heavenly cleansed Said the Holy Ghost
Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill, Two hundred and
just on tour, nigga I'm Kan, the Louis Vuitton Don Bought my mom a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards
I sire. News from the East Priesthood has returned Yea huh 'bout to get dark Priesthood yea huh yea yo World place your eyes on the God at hand The Warrior
have to curse me or burst me with a sunray To let me know that you're coming or en route I'm 'bout ninety-nine, but I need a hundred percent proof [Hook
: The ghost of Sigmund Freud is lying in my bed And a hundred different movies are playing in my head And each one's script is different from the things
God] Aiyo, aiyo, what's poppin' out in Stapleton Park, hoppin' the V's Call Ghost, special invited host, bring through the seeds Sun beamin' like a hundred