Lyrics Powers and Stuff - Ghostface Killah , CZARFACE

Your best shit ain't better than
His worst verse, and
CZARFACE a triple threat,
He rhyme in third person
And he's a cannibal,
About to eat his third person
You as genuine as "Pony,"
The karaoke version

Now you're 'lone,
Don't give a fuck if we connect
I'll bet you with a dying phone,
I dust brothers like early Beck
I'm comfy on my iron throne
Word on the street that
The god you pray to
And kneel to's an Esoteric clone,
But I feel you
If he tax human,
Education against lies
Do it in here, you shot the K,
Harass you

The more Supreme
Made his Mona Lisas
CZARFACE loyal, stick to my guns
Like Batista
PTSD 'cause my son writes my features
I'm kidding, settle down,
But up the bidding
I'm wig splitting, I'll chop y
Yur head quicker than troop does
You're washed up like bedtime kids,
You're useless
Electric toothbrush,
The level your buzz be
I do it on my own,
You need a clique like Buzzfeed (CZAR)

Be up in the house like domestics
I wreck shit, then shit on shit that's your best shit
(CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE, Ghostface)
Yo, man, yo, man
Oh, yo

Ready for action like
I was shootin' a movie scene
Rebel INS your highness,
Star of your groupie dream
Fire fighters struggle
To put my flames out
Murder verse workin' your
Head like takin' braids out
More smoke than the weed man,
Indeed, man
Even Doc Strange fascinated
With these hands

My alma mater from the
School of hard knockers
Today's special, grilled
Medulla oblongata
Like Harold Melvin,
I'm always with them blue notes
Rappers get exposed to the
Waves from standin' too close
When I spray the gift,
The pavement split
Such an anomaly,

I'm still bein' chased by Agent Smith (Praise God)
Still major in this, still dangerous
Still get the bills in the mail,
Y'all still paperless
No need for mollies and Percs
'Cause I'm already gone
Peaky blinder on,
A born soldier like Freddie Thorne

(CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE, Ghostface)
Yo, man, (CZARFACE) yo, man
(CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE)
(CZARFACE has got the powers and stuff)

Son, I walk through the night
With a cat-like vision
Precision, you get smashed
Like a head-on collision
Only division starts, enterprise,
You built machinery
Woo Goo pharmacy,
Burnin' that greenery
Check the scenery,
One point five at the jeweler
Slick like Rick, Rick slick like the Bueller
Chain is off the cooler,
Charm look like a shrunken head

X-rayed your cheap ass chain,
It came out lead
Code red, we settin' off alarms,
Verbal bombs
First bitch is a floozy,
Second's a charm
We bear arms, burners like Battlestar Galactica
Prison mentality, we do more dirt than (Attica)
Rahway, Sing Sing, Auburn, Mohawk
Loudmouth niggas get
Murdered over a phone call
Still gettin' our burgundy and gray on
We colorful like that box of 64 crayons

CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE
It's a small island
CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE
He's here somewhere
CZARFACE has got the powers and stuff
He could be anywhere on the island or in the island
But I'm going to find him
What happened? He slapped me in the face