Apollo Brown - Rise of the Ghostface k**ah (Brown Tape) lyrics

[Introduction: RZA] The DeLucas pressed Tony's remains into 12 vinyl records One for each member of the family But little did they know, he would return... [Verse 1: Ghostface k**ah] Medusa stare, my guns bust in silence I'm a black vigilante k**er, pro violence It's the rebirth, born again, rise through the vinyl spin They took out Starks but the light shines within It's the almighty rise of the murderous Ghostface Bodies dropped in alleys, left a cold case Colombian neckties from a black Gambino Bodies get dumped in the black El Camino It's Reno, gangster wars, money, power, respect Revenge is felt like the heat from a Tec Tommy guns are irrelevant, I'm bulletproof now I could fly through the air and duck your chick-a-pow Black superhero, crime boss arch nemesis Good vs. Evil since the first book of Genesis Battle to the end that's the way of the thriller And Starks is reborn as the Ghostface k**ah... yeah, yeah, no one could get iller [Hook: Ghostface k**ah] Murders, bodies chopped into Ziplocs k** or be k**ed on these cobblestone street blocks Crime boss, I call war on the DeLucas Watch my eyes turn red, I got a squad full of shooters Murder, murder, k**, k**, k** When the gas start to hum I put the spark to your grill [Verse 2: Ghostface k**ah] Late night, stuck in the limo Hogtie the capo all up, beheaded the driver Left the b**h in the back with no tongue as the survivor Raw dog, spit in her mouth Disappear in a swarm of k**er bees Cripple 'em from they knees, take they legs out (n***a you know the steez!) I'm a nighthawk, eagle eye, power of mind control Faster than the speed of light, you catch a big hole Ruthless, six bodies hung in the meat room The butcher shop, I call it the body shop Start from the bottom, k**ing all the way to the top Carve my name in your skin, pull a stocking mask over your face For recognition, no time for remission Attack till there's no one left in the position The return of the worst case scenario Uh, Ghostface attacks on land and now aerial [Hook: Ghostface k**ah] Murders, bodies chopped into Ziplocs k** or be k**ed on these cobblestone street blocks Crime boss, I call war on the DeLucas Watch my eyes turn red, I got a squad full of shooters Murder, murder, k**, k**, k** When the gas start to hum I put the spark to your grill Murder, murder, k**, k**, k** Watch the body count rise when the face gets real