"Am I a good ..."
[Ghostface my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs Both of them green, from countin the ones by the glory, word life Cut off niggaz who killed Bill but couldn't do for me 'em out every once in the blue and kid too I rocked with, laws they keep away we cool I my own stimulus, plan I'm niggarish I'm tired of eatin those crumbs and licorice The frame of mind so {?} like the mic Let the imam pray my head and wash Thoughts, sterilized, purified, Watch us gift men and the green like barley If that shit I'll feed his whole army Talkin 'bout the and peeps in Somali Try to stay humble, and my pride In God I trust, now talk about the on your five Crisp dollar billin, me in a little hut in Beneen Village style, the children Big pots of jasmine tea Mandela Africans chantin me on Coachella Ghostface bom ba ye, kumbiya my My day, 24 karat tomb I lay Wishin they could me, next to the prophets Nabi, Lut, Is'haq, Musa, Harun,
"Am I a good man?" (I know) "Am I a fool?" (We'll see)
Priest] The Lord takes me, gathering before winds currents, {?} places we formin wings Kings offering, was there Man with the 7 crowns on his was near Feet walked over rose petals, song the ghetto Face froze in like the pharaoh A dawn in glory, of light, a powerful cherub As he passed the path, white doves cost the of thugs Eternal heartbeat, in the dark fire in his 700 books opened It breaks to right, they the crooks in the ocean Scared, brass hair like it grew from The chosen has spoken, were broken The smoke hand an omen Gravity grabbin me gradually draggin me hell's cavity is blasphemy, I fell where the jackals be God felt bad for me but cast me Caspain Sea Satan his key, Wu-Family's the faculty K.P., K.P.
"Am I a man? Am I a fool? "Am I?"
He used to in the stairwell Fast to put the rap on thinking cap, your hair gel No such thing as a sale put the bullet out same day, delivery airmail And on this level a sell you garbage No refund, the only from the cartridge Where the youths is kept comin back with life earnings Ready to make a deal, soul and burning The outcome tragic, dramatic Living to {?}, basements to attics from the B, hit the courts from a fiend who betrayed one, who had lit the for his team So they sent him gifts, body per diem in a box held prints but too dark to see 'em