"Wildflower"
[Intro: (from the motion picture "J.D.'s Revenge")]
That was the best fuckin I ever had.
That's because you been dealin with Dasheese
You gotta leave? Where you goin sugar?
I got business to take care of
[Ghostface]: No shit.
Shit that's my old man, shit!
Ya better go talk to him
[Ghostface]
No smokin alarms [8X]
I'm mind shockin, body rockin, earth shakin, money makin
Sittin high, lookin fly, drinkin on the best wine...
[Ghostface]
Yo bitch I fucked your friend, yeah you stank hoe
I seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my Kangol
She put me on to mega-shit, bout to slap the bitch
She shot crazy verbal, I leaned back like I'm rich
It took place late night on February 17th
Hands flooded like ink, my face on her magazine
Just got back from Honolulu, pockets stackin boucoup cash
Girlfriend sipped the Yoo-hoo and laughed, yo
While I was on tour, whore, you went to work
Quick fast, had a nigga dick in the dirt
You couldn't wait just to kidnap the bait of my sperm
Where's you at, hoe? 'Pinky house, she put in my perm'
That's all you ever said to me, thought that could hold me
Remember when I long-dicked you and broke your ovary?
You crab bitch, chickenhead hoe, eatin' heros
I'm the first nigga that had you watchin flicks by DeNiro
You gained crazy points, baby, just bein with God
Taught you how to eat the right foods, fast, and don't eat lard
I gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessin
You didn't do the knowledge what the God was manifestin
You sneaky fuck bitch, your ways and actions told it all
I fucked you while you was bleedin, held you down in malls
Sexually you worshipped my di-dick like a cross
I had you fiend out, broke out, for a month you fell off
You was my main shit, my peeps showed you love on the strength
You saw how I got down, the way I thought had you tranked
But you had to fuck this rasta-head ass nigga
I shoulda slapped ya but the Gods said chilllllllll
That's your wiz fault, god, handle that in the lab"
I'm wonderin how many times your hot ass got stabbed
You dumb bitch, horny hot fuck from out the mountains
Your clientele is low hoe, catch you next show, bro
I got jerked, gave away my pussy, that shit hurt
It feel like somebody died or shot your old Earth
But fuck it, I fucked you on a chair with three legs
Broken tables, had you screamin while you was bitin on my cables
Whistlin to the washing machine, I threw it on spin
If your pussy dry, spit on my dick and put it in
My dick's the bomb baby, marvelous hot steak
Plus I'm conceited Starks make the biggest so-called rape
I'm God, cipher divine love my pussy real fine
That means clean the FDS smell with a shine
Word up, respect that hoe
― weasel diesel (K1l14n), Wednesday, 4 August 2004 22:24 (twenty-one years ago)
stuff wot makes it a classic:
1. the spiralling string motif.
2. ghostface's quick interruption after the brief female rap sounds like a physical SLAP (uh, obv slapping someone is not classic, but the physical force of his interruption on record is impressive)
3. ghostface sounds incredible when he puts emphasis on words beginning with a "b" sound - see "...you dumb BBBitch!" and "my dicks the BBomb BBaBy"
4. another great pronounciation of "CHIIIILLLLL"
5. ghostface's bonkers stream of consciousness wordplay - while unpleasant - is, as always, a joy to behold. his voice seems less squeaky than it does now on this album (on an unrelated note)
― weasel diesel (K1l14n), Wednesday, 4 August 2004 22:36 (twenty-one years ago)
classic. a little shocked when I first heard it, kind of...brutal, but I love that whole album.
Speaking of the Ghost, has anyone listened to Theodore Unit's "718" album? Has quite a few Ghostface tracks left off Pretty Toney (like "The Drummer," "Guerilla Hood," "Paychecks"). Not sure about Trife, Solomon Childs and the others though...
― paulhw (paulhw), Thursday, 5 August 2004 12:10 (twenty-one years ago)