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they're ill\nI'm the inventor, '86 rhyming at the center\nDebut '93 LP told you to Enter\nPunk faggot niggas stealing my light\nCrawl up in the bed with grandma\nBeneath the La-Z-Boy where you hid your knife\n\nGhost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails\nHit the shelves at Paul's Pastry Rack\nWalk with me like Dorothy, try to judge these\nPlus Degrees, sessical Rasta fiends\nGetting waxed all through the drive-thru\nTake the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible and tell lies too\nI'm the ultimate, splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring\nDolomite, student enroll holding it\n\nAiyo, this rap is like Ziti, facing me real TV\nCrush at high speeds, strawberry kiwi\nAs we approach your hood, the gods bail (bail!)\nThese Staten Island ferryboats cash bail (bail!)\nFresh cellies, 50 deep up in the city\nWe banned for life, Apollo Kids live to spit the real (real)\n\nA pair of bright phat yellow Air Max\nHit the racks, snatch 'em up, son, 20-dollars off, no tax\nDream merchant tucked in 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Am I a fool?\n\"Am I?\"\n\n[GZA]\nHe used to sling in the stairwell\nFast to put the rap on thinking cap, ignite your hair gel\nNo such thing as a fair sale\nHe'll put the bullet out same day, delivery airmail\nAnd on this level a thug'll sell you garbage\nNo refund, the only exchange from the cartridge\nWhere the youths is kept comin back with they life earnings\nReady to make a deal, soul and pipe burning\nThe outcome tragic, household dramatic\nLiving rooms to {?}, basements to attics\nSupport from the B, hit the courts from a fiend\nWho betrayed one, who had lit the torch for his team\nSo they sent him gifts, body parts per diem\nIn a box that held prints but too dark to see 'em","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.34] \"Am I a good man? ...\"\n[00:15.56] [Ghostface Killah]\n[00:16.47] Take my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs\n[00:17.39] Both of them turned green, from countin the ones\n[00:18.28] Memorized by the glory, word life\n[00:21.82] Cut off niggaz who killed Bill but couldn't do nuttin for me\n[00:25.42] Shout 'em out every once in the blue and kid too\n[00:28.18] I never rocked with, laws they keep away we cool\n[00:30.98] I devised my own stimulus, plan I'm niggarish\n[00:33.60] I'm tired of eatin those crumbs and black licorice\n[00:36.30] The frame of mind so {?} like cleansin the mic\n[00:39.06] Let the imam pray over my head and wash\n[00:40.83] Thoughts, sterilized, purified, Godly\n[00:43.56] Watch us gift men and fetch the green like barley\n[00:47.12] If that shit happen I'll feed his whole army\n[00:49.85] Talkin 'bout the angels and peeps in Somali\n[00:51.65] Try to stay humble, and swallow my pride\n[00:54.38] In God I trust, now talk about the ones on your five\n[00:57.07] Crisp dollar billin, catch me in a little hut in Beneen\n[00:59.76] Village style, feedin the children\n[01:02.57] Big pots of jasmine tea with Mandela\n[01:05.27] Africans chantin me on like Coachella\n[01:07.92] Ghostface bom ba ye, kumbiya my Lord\n[01:10.61] My death day, 24 karat tomb I lay\n[01:13.35] Wishin they could bury me, next to the prophets\n[01:16.04] Nabi, Lut, Is'haq, Musa, Harun, Muhammad\n[01:18.79] Ibrahim\n[01:19.65] \"Am I a good man?\" (I don't know)\n[01:31.39] \"Am I a fool?\" (We'll see)\n[01:34.02] [Killah Priest]\n[01:35.98] The Lord takes me, gathering speeds before winds\n[01:37.73] High currents, {?} places we formin wings\n[01:40.48] Kings offering, thrones was there\n[01:44.05] Man with the 7 crowns on his dome was near\n[01:45.83] Feet walked over rose petals, song from the ghetto\n[01:48.57] Face froze in gold like the pharaoh\n[01:51.27] A dawn in glory, robe of light, a powerful cherub\n[01:55.75] As he passed the path, white doves cost the eyes of thugs\n[01:57.56] Eternal heartbeat, in the dark fire in his blood\n[02:01.16] 700 books were opened\n[02:02.05] It breaks to right, they threw the crooks in the ocean\n[02:04.76] Scared, brass hair like it grew from goatskin\n[02:07.42] The chosen has spoken, tablets were broken\n[02:10.19] The smoke hand grabs an omen\n[02:12.03] Gravity grabbin me gradually draggin me through hell's cavity\n[02:15.65] This is blasphemy, I fell where the jackals be\n[02:18.34] God felt bad for me but cast me into Caspain Sea\n[02:20.18] Satan draggin his key, Wu-Family's the faculty\n[02:23.73] K.P., K.P.\n[02:39.92] \"Am I a good man? 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