Lyrics No Face - Ghostface Killah

Yeah
Started in the kitchen
Watchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit
Eatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right
They asked me where I get my soul from
Let's go, yeah
Jackson Five shit
This is it (yeah)
Yo, uh-huh, right, yeah

Ayo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do
I'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too
African gold dentals, iced out medals
I seen niggas get murked by the heels of stilettos
I blam one nigga and watch the other die by the echo
I had dots on darkskin niggas that look like freckles
Pay homage, my Islamic, my wrist timeless
I threw up rhymes in my Campbell's soup, I seen in my vomit

It's a world premiere, 'mere
I limp when I'm draggin' to Saudi, it's down to here, here
Holdin' bricks, where, where?
My man got 85 to life and that's years, years
Same day he spit at the judge and threw a chair, chair

Over large cake
You know it's on, checkmate
You can get spun, just like a mixtape
Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin
Just a kid with a no face
That can take form just like a snowflake
No reusable hammers, they all throwaways
Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and

Me and Ghost in a ski mask
I was chillin' there, layin', Chilean like sea bass
And nobody was askin' her
Pussy, don't even fix your lips like labiaplasty-a
Welfare, got all the bread
I'm sad, I need some head
I might tell you you the one while I'm hittin' it
'Til I post-nut, cum to my senses

I tried to meditate, I tried to medicate
She had two phones, thought she was Kevin Gates
She was lyin' 'bout it, then she came clean
I was so mad, I fucked her so hard, she came clean
Got that new rrrrt, it's a May-bay-bay
She got that new bag, it's a Chay-nay-nay
I take it too far, I take it way-way-way
I pull up Cougar, out a ca-a-age

Over large cake
You know it's on, checkmate
You can get spun, just like a mixtape
Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin
Just a kid with a no face
That can take form just like a snowflake
No reusable hammers, they all throwaways
Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and (yeah)

I'm like a noble street activist, flooded with shines
Jackson Five before Motowns, I get better with time
Run up in the big gambling spots, cockin' it back
I'm talkin' Agnes, Agatha, Jermaine, and Jack

VVS's on custom watches that's made from scratch
My birthstone is like a Easter egg, an emerald fact
My flawless game, floor seats in the glass, it came
It's a glass of July sun, beat the odds in Vegas

We shook the coke for the big lumps and the Pyrex strainers
Ran up in housing who had work, we disguised as painters
Pop like bitches with fake asses that leak like drainage
Our language, too much money, we can't explain it

Over large cake
You know it's on, checkmate
You can get spun, just like a mixtape
Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin
Just a kid with a no face
That can take form just like a snowflake
No reusable hammers, they all throwaways
Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and

Yeah (n-n-no face)
I'd like to thank all the MC's across New York (no face)
Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem (n-n-no face)
Queens (f-f-face), Long Island (no face)
Givin' birth to Pretty Tone out here on Staten Island (n-n-no face)
We be wildin', nigga (n-n-no face), that's right (n-n-no face)
Writin' these rhymes in red ink, nigga, with the red light on (no f-f-f-f-face)

Cornered back in the days, you heard (no face)
40 ounce kingpins, nigga, word (no, no, no face)
Those were the days and shit, gettin' that money (fac-fac-fac-face)
Wu-Tang for life (n-n-no face), yacht city (fac-fac-fac-face)
(No f-f-f-f, no face) holla at me
Call me or somethin', nigga, one
Wish Ol' Dirty was here (no face)
He woulda murdered this shit (no f-f-f-ace)
R.I.P. (f-f-fac-face, no f-f-face)
Fuck outta here