Conditioning-Ghostface Killah

[00:00.00] [00:01.24]You realize who I am? [00:03.61]I'm gonna break your bones into little bits [00:09.03]Yo, you could throw me in a lineup [00:12.07]Rough beard, thick knot and my shines up [00:15.05]Mediterranean bezel rocks planted like saltines [00:18.01]Worth about six hundred thousand in the Auck scene [00:20.98]I still jog in the hills of Brazil [00:22.91]Twelve eggs and my conditioning coach is Anderson Sil [00:25.73]He a prize fighter, and me, I'm a prize writer [00:28.73]Time you industry niggas recognize fire [00:31.39]Boric acid mixed with ricin [00:33.68]Don't stand under a tree 'cause my flow is lightning [00:36.28]Some say I should be prosecuted, death by lethal injection [00:39.36]Electrocuted or Malcolm X 'em [00:41.65]Or send a Chinese b1tch in the club to stretch him [00:44.14]And if that don't work, then it's on to the next one [00:46.84]Beef, we can let it cook, fried to perfection [00:49.48]Got the bulldog snub that'll cave your chest in [00:52.33]"You know what'd happen if I punched you really hard?" [00:56.68]Ayo, my moms never knew that she was nursin' a wolf [00:59.81]And I wrote this on 9/11, covered in soot [01:02.42]Spittin' tobacco out my mouth in Claiborne fatigues [01:05.13]Posted under a Brinks truck waiting to squeeze [01:07.78]Stay on point like the nose of a marlin, Spartacus brawler [01:10.37]Pressin' y'all pxssies in public, n1gga, you stallin' with [01:13.04]Nowhere to run, nigga, I'll grab your ear [01:15.94]My shootin' arm stay fresh like a bag of gear [01:18.74]Goose coats, yachts, diving off of big boats [01:21.23]My b1tch pedicured up with a sick throat [01:23.79]So cold, making you stutter [01:25.67]"I-I-I c-c-can't believe Ghost is still gutter" [01:28.76]Everywhere I go, I'm polyg'ed up [01:30.85]Cohen optical frames of Breitling, dipped with a crisp cut [01:34.04]See me on a Jackson 5 cover next to Randy [01:37.10]They had black 'fros, mine was sandy [01:39.49]Buckwheat Jackson [01:41.67]"You gonna fight or not?" [01:46.53]"Get off."