Tekitha

Intro one:

- What they gives you blood?
- Three months man.
- Watchu doin' in here anyway? You oughta be home with your mama.
- How old are you boy?
- Thirteen.
- Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be running outta niggaz to arrest.

Intro: Ghostface

Yeah, ooh yeah, this goes out
to all the families that went through the struggle
Yeah, from the heart
It was from the heart, everything was real

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, dwelling in the past, flashbacks when I was young
Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons
I'm going through this difficult stage I it find hard to believe
Why my Old Earth had so many seeds
But she's her own woman and due to me I respect that
I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back
Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball
Eggs after school, eat grits 'cause we was poor
Grab the pliers from the channel, fix the hanger on the TV
Rocking each others pants to school wasn't easy
We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats
We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes
Sadly, Daddy left me at the age of six
I didn't know nothing but my Mommy neatly packed his shit
She cried, and Grandma held the family down
I guess Mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down
Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment
Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there
Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head
I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon, he peed in the bed
Seven o'clock, plucking roaches out the cereal box
Some shared the same spoon, watching Saturday cartoons
Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill
In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel
And there was days I had to go to Tex house with a note
Stating, "Gloria can I borrow some food I'm dead broke"
So embarrassing I couldn't stand and knock on they door
My friends might be laughing, I spent stamps in stores
Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper
Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbour
Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats
Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me
But I remember this, Moms would lick her fingertips
To wipe the cold out my eye before school with her spit
Case worker had her running back to face to face
I caught a case, housing tried to throw us out of our place
Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyse the sky
And ask myself was I meant to be here...why?
Yeah, yo

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
All that I got is you
And I'm so thankful I made it through
(Repeat 4x)

[Mary J. Blige]
I sit and think about
All the times we did without, yeah
I always said I wouldn't cry
When I saw tears in your eyes
I understand that daddy's not here now
But some way or somehow, I will always be around, yeah
All things that I did from this to them
Oh, from drugs to being there
Being down and out and I love you always

[Poppa Wu]
Yeah, you say
You see the universe, which consists of the sun, moon and stars
And them planets, that exist in my space
Like man, woman and child
You understand?
We got to keep it real, and what reality
and reality will keep it real with us
I remember them good ol' days
Because see, that's the child I was
What made me the man I am today
See, 'cause if you forget where you come from, hehe
You're never gonna make it where you're goin', aheh
Because you lost the reality of yourself
So take one stroll through your mind
And see what you will find
And you'll see a hole universe all over again
and again and again and again and again
Hehehe, yeah hehehehe ahahehehe

Impossible
Verse One: RZA Fusion of the

five elements, to search for the

higher intelligence Women walk

around celibate, livin irrelevant

The most benelovent king, communicatin

through your dreams Mental pictures

been painted, Allah's heard and seen

everywhere, throughout your surroundin

atmosphere Troposphere, thermosphere,

stratosphere Can you imagine

from one single idea, everything

appeared here Understanding makes

my truth, crystal clear Innocent

black immigrants locked in housing

tenemants Eighty-Five percent

tenants depend on welfare recipients

Stapleton's been stamped as a

concentration camp At night I

walk through, third eye is bright

as a street lamp Electric microbes,

all body clothes Taking telescope

pictures of globe, babies getting

pierced with microchips stuffed

inside their earlobes, then examinated

Blood contaminated, vaccinated,

lives fabricated Exaggerated

authorization, Food and Drug Administration

Testin poison in prison population

My occupation to stop the innauguration

of Satan Some claim that it was

Reagan, so I come to slay men like

Bartholemew, cause every particle

is physical article was diabolical

to the last visible molecule A

space night like Rom, consume planets

like Unicron Blasting photon

bombs from the arm like Galvatron

Verse Two: U-God United

Nations, gun fire style patient Formulatin

rap plural acapella occupation Conquer

land like Napoleon, military bomb

fest We want sanitary food, planetary

conquest Thug peoples on some

hardco' body shit Get your shit

together 'fore the fuck Illuminati

hit Dreams is free in escape

of sleep For a fool peep jewels,

keep tools for tough time The

rule of rough mind, elevate, stay

behind The sun gotta shine, keep

on, cremate the whole Babylon,

times up, move on Kings on your

pawn, checkmate, no fakes opposed

through the gate, case closed Things

get froze, when it comes time, chosen

ones were holding guns, we take

flight with no fright and attack,

never fear cause our words is clear

What's been done can't be undone

Son, we can't care Cause the

last days and times are surely here

Snakes and flakes get blown,

by the rightous ones Divine minds

bind, we unified as one Half

of black hope, we half broke, smoke

a bowl of weed shit Our everlastin

answers stay flyin over Egypt Chorus:

Tekitha For you to defeat, the

Gods Impossible, you can never...

defeat The Gods, impossible For

you to defeat, the Gods Verse

Three: Ghostface Killah Call

an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word

to Kemit Don't go Son, nigga

you my motherfuckin heart Stay

still Son, don't move, just think

about Keeba She'll be three in

January, your young God needs you

The ambulance is taking too long

Everybody get the fuck back,

excuse me bitch, gimme your jack

One, seven one eight, nine one

one, low battery, damn Blood

comin out his mouth, he bleedin badly

Nahhh Jamie, don't start that

shit Keep your head up, if you

escape hell we gettin fucked up When

we was eight, we went to Bat Day

to see the Yanks In Sixty-Nine,

his father and mines, they robbed

banks He pointed to the charm

on his neck With his last bit

of energy left, told me rock it with

respect I opened it, seen the

God holdin his kids Photogenic,

tears just burst out my wig Plus

he dropped one, oh shit, here come

his Old Earth With no shoes on,

screamin holdin her breasts with

a gown on She fell and then lightly

touched his jaw, kissed him Rubbed

his hair, turned around the ambulance

was there Plus the blue coats,

Officer Lough, took it as a joke

Weeks ago he strip-searched the

God and gave him back his coke Bitches

yellin, Beenie Man swung on Helen

Second Coming
God damn man these radio station

be buggin Man it's three o'clock

in the mornin, damn This hip-hop

shit just keep Damn we got to

slow this shit down man, yaknowhatImean?

Tekitha Fiends were never

waiting in the hill They ran

one step ahead But the jiggy

was always there Upon the

project pavement There was death,

enslavement of the mind Single

mothers are filled with stress As

I lay there with my baby We would

look, from the window, and cry Then

suddenly in the sky Between

the new world ages We were blessed,

and Wu-Tang fills the ear With

the melody of a train (Lord is suddenly

here!) False MC's are melting

In the dark, all the weak LP's

are going dowwwwwwwwwwwwwn God

released the tape out, early May

And, I don't think the world

can take it Cause it took so

long to make it And the hip-hop

game'll never be the sammmmmmme Wu-Tang,

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Upon the

project pavement There was death,

enslavement of the mind Single

mothers are filled with stress Between

the new world ages We were blessed,

and Wu-Tang fills the air With

the knowledge that God posess As

I lay there with my baby We would

look, from the window, and cry Then

the Wu-Tang sign appears, in the

sky Billboards started melting

In the dark, all the weak MC's

are going dowwwwwwwwwwwn God

released the tape of, Earthly pain

And, I don't think the world

can take it Cause it took so

long to make it And the hip-hop

game'll never be the sammmmme And

I don't think the world can take

it Cause it took so long to make

it And the hip-hop game'll never

be the sammmmmmmmmmme Wu-Tang,

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang

[Intro: Ghostface]
Yeah you are now listening to the sounds of Ghost Radio
777 FM, we in God dimension
Sponsored by Stark Enterprise
Shout out to everybody on Staten Island
Don't touch that dial...

Ay yo, ay yo, my name's on your roster kid, I mean business
Big elevators mean big businesses
Sleeves rolled up around five, I, loosen my tie
Rough day though the stock was high
Plus I'm hungry, move like the boss of the joint
I know it don't mean nothing 'cuz I brought the joint
But still, realer hits, card dealin' shits
Bass lips, murder topics, niggas ain't shit
So what, I had a rough day?
That's right, and if y'all don't like it
then motherfuck, ya'll is Ghost in da house!
Make noise if it's C.R.E.A.M. in da house!
Aww shit now, fly coffee tables, haircuts dust
Money this long, you wish you could roll with us
Supersoak us, your bitch chose us
Be sure to stay away from friends you can't trust

[Tekitha (Ghostface)]

It's been so long
(Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Since he had a true friend
(That's right, that's right)
True friends are sure hard to come by
(Uh-huh)
But then again
His loyalties lie within
Always kept his head to the sky
And they can't see... no n-n-no-no
(Check it..I want all y'all...remember this? Yo...c'mon, c'mon)
They can't see him walking through the darkness... no-n-n-no-no
(Ooha-ooha! yo, Ooha-ooha! uh-huh, yeah, Ooha-ooha! Ooha-ooha!)
They can't see him walking through the darkness

[Ghostface]
Yo, yo, yo, the new President America
Flash money, act funny
Party, ride the bubbly
Goons and thugs, double hennessey
One shot to the nose, double energy
I don wallabees, fucking remember me
Guess who's back? The W embassy!
Even in the dark we electricity, rap celebrities for the longevity
Staten and Manhattan, that's all liberty
B.E.T, MTV always big on me
That I rock coliseums, cop a drop BM
Drunk throw his dick out on stage, I gotta see 'im
[Then he sung:]
Ha! Let's get druuunnnnk! Ha!
Let's get drunk and hiiiiiiiIIIIIIGH yeahhhh!

[Ghostface (Tekitha)]
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, throw your hands in the air, throw your hands in
the air
(They can't see him walking through the darkness)
Like this y'all, like that y'all... c'mon, yeah
(c'mon, no-o-o they can't see him walking through the darkness)
Yeah... ma, c'mon boo... yeah that's right... motherfucka
(No-o-o, they can't see him walking through the darkness)
Yeah... c'mon ma, rock that sick... that's right yo, look at ?? over
there
C'mon, c'mon we breakin' it down
(Ooh no-o, they can't see him walking through, walking through)
Uh-huh, these are the best dancers in the house tonight,
Ladies and gentlemen give them a round of applause
(No, and the earth, they can't explain... on his road to become...
become)
Uh-huh, that's how I like it, that's right, listening to the sounds
of Ghost
Radio...
It's like that y'all... Staten Island, New York
(the chased and get hazed)
New York in the house, make some noise!