Текст песни After The Smoke Is Clear - Ghostface Killah
ghostface
killah,
the
delphonics
()
(after
the
smoke
is
done)
yo
Yeah
(tang-o-phonics)
yeah,
what,
what,
who
wanna
do
it,
what
(number
one)
Slap
fire
outcha
monkey
ass
niggas
(after
the
smoke
is
done)
word
up,
big
dick,
motherfucking
house
Whaddup,
bench
press
these
cats
(tang-o-phonics
number
one)
yo
Yo,
god,
show
these
niggas
how
we
get
deep,
down,
and
dirty
Like
keyon,
got
his
wig
pushed
back,
Five-thirty
Yo
they
gotta
hit
Placed
on
my
head,
what
should
the
God
do?
Max
out
in
spain
and
do
business
with
the
jews
Never
that
Them
never
look
angry
out
of
synch
The
imperial,
industrial
king
got
weight
Don't
give
a
fuck
Like
the
poor
part,
we
watch
heart
to
heart
They
used
to
push
me
in
shuffel
cards
Now
I'm
writing
books
like
ebinezzer
The
porno
teaser
Sayin
words
like
sheeba
Educated
rapper
fouling
the
teaser
My
team
got
rocks
like
six
flags,
plus
the
wu
lab
Cameras
in
nine
bedrooms
we
own
tags
Don't
touch
this
Cracklin
hot
shit
I
snap
ya
shoulder
blade
in
half,
Laugh,
and
pop
shit
Reader's
digest,
passed
my
book
to
l.
ron
hubbard
Got
bagged
that
the
world
government
tried
to
dub
it
But
devils
love
it
Movie
trap
raps
cover
the
tracks
Like
ajax
Sharper
than
cuts
laced
on
hardly
scratched
supreme
clientel
My
cartel
Willie
star
passed,
Shit
his
piece,
where's
the
nobel?
Oh,
well,
Siginin
off
as
usual,
The
arsonist,
leavin
niggas
lost
in
the
stairwell
Break:
ghostface
killah,
the
delphonics
()
(tang-o-phonics
number
one)
yeah,
yo,
yo
Represent
my
projects
stapelton
(after
the
smoke
is
done)
He
represent
that
project
park
hill
(tang-o-phonics
number
one)
You
represent
that
project
murder
west
brighton
now
born
Arm
bangin
into
that
will
(ahhhhh)
Word
up,
(after
the
smoke
is
clear)
yeah,
what,
stapelton
(tang-o-phonics
and
wu-tang
still
here)
Park
hill,
word
up,
yeah,
yeah,
new
york
The
greatest
story
ever
told
by
me,
precisely
Roman
numeral
I
be
Plus
three
describe
me
My
son
move
like
the
toad
Get
drunk
Speak
in
codes
Throw
a
fiend
in
the
sleeper
hold
Got
beef
with
the
cold
Met
my
comrad
Go
half
on
this
lamp
down
in
baghdad
Flippin
like
a
mex
tab
Get
money
like
an
a-rab
The
type
niggas
snapped
Six
legs
on
the
crab
Now,
hush,
who
wanna
do
what
My
click
better
bust
Underprivileged,
Grew
up
in
a
stapelton
house
village,
Where
blood
flood
the
water
in
the
streets
like
oil
spilage
When
the
water
was
flowin
(tang-o-phonics
number
one)
I
spot
a
fifty-five
borough
A
nigga
was
still
flowin,
Voice
was
echoin
I
rise
high
like
an
opera's
Procter
wouldn't
gamble
The
sample,
it
shocked
her
My
ninjas
run
wilder
than
shaka
zulu
Some
play
peace
like
donny
the
guru
Others
live
to
be
wise
and
old
like
desmond
dutchu
Undisputed
champion
Bell
holders
Shape
and
mold
us
Sole
controler
of
the
moon
I,
solar
and
polar
I
blow
half
smoke
through
my
nasal
Bust
my
ways
with
thirty
words
Wu-tang
wasn't
for
children
like
Cannibals
raidin
sicilians
the
delphonics
After
the
smoke
is
done
Wu-tang-o-phonics
number
one
After
the
smoke
is
done
Wu-tang-o-phonics
number
one
After
the
smoke
is
clear
Tang-o-phonics
and
wu-tang
still
here
After
the
smoke
is
done
Wu-tang-o-phonics
number
one
Ahhhhh
(wuuuuuu,
wuuuuuu)
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