"Am I a good ..."
[Ghostface Take my hands out my pockets you can see my Both of them turned green, countin the ones Memorized by the glory, life Cut off niggaz who killed Bill but couldn't do for me Shout 'em out once in the blue and kid too I never rocked with, laws they keep we cool I devised my own stimulus, plan I'm I'm of eatin those crumbs and black licorice The frame of mind so {?} cleansin the mic Let the pray over my head and wash Thoughts, sterilized, purified, Watch us men and fetch the green like barley If that shit happen I'll feed his army Talkin 'bout the angels and peeps in Try to stay humble, and swallow my In God I trust, now talk about the ones on your Crisp dollar billin, catch me in a hut in Beneen Village style, the children Big pots of jasmine tea with chantin me on like Coachella Ghostface bom ba ye, kumbiya my My death day, 24 tomb I lay they could bury me, next to the prophets Nabi, Lut, Is'haq, Musa, Harun,
"Am I a man?" (I don't know) "Am I a fool?" (We'll see)
[Killah The Lord takes me, gathering speeds before High currents, {?} places we wings offering, thrones was there Man with the 7 crowns on his dome was Feet walked over rose petals, song the ghetto Face froze in gold the pharaoh A dawn in glory, robe of light, a cherub As he the path, white doves cost the eyes of thugs Eternal heartbeat, in the fire in his blood 700 were opened It breaks to right, they threw the crooks in the Scared, brass hair like it grew goatskin The has spoken, tablets were broken The smoke hand grabs an Gravity grabbin me gradually me through hell's cavity This is blasphemy, I fell where the be God felt bad for me but cast me into Sea Satan his key, Wu-Family's the faculty K.P., K.P.
"Am I a good man? Am I a "Am I?"
He used to in the stairwell Fast to put the rap on thinking cap, your hair gel No such as a fair sale He'll put the bullet out same day, airmail And on this level a sell you garbage No refund, the exchange from the cartridge Where the youths is kept comin back they life earnings Ready to a deal, soul and pipe burning The outcome tragic, household Living rooms to {?}, to attics Support from the B, hit the courts a fiend who betrayed one, who had lit the torch for his So they sent him gifts, body per diem in a box that prints but too dark to see 'em