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"Am I a good ..."

[Ghostface
Take my hands out my pockets you can see my
Both of them turned green, from the ones
by the glory, word life
Cut off niggaz who killed but couldn't do nuttin for me
Shout 'em out once in the blue and kid too
I never rocked with, laws they away we cool
I devised my own stimulus, plan I'm
I'm tired of eatin those and black licorice
The of mind so {?} like 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 I'll feed his whole army
Talkin 'bout the angels and in Somali
Try to humble, and swallow my pride
In God I trust, now talk about the ones on five
Crisp dollar billin, catch me in a little hut in
Village style, feedin the
Big pots of jasmine tea with
Africans chantin me on Coachella
Ghostface bom ba ye, my Lord
My day, 24 karat tomb I lay
Wishin they could 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
currents, {?} places we formin wings
Kings offering, was there
Man with the 7 crowns on his was near
Feet over rose petals, song from the ghetto
Face froze in gold the pharaoh
A dawn in glory, robe of light, a cherub
As he passed the path, white doves cost the of thugs
Eternal heartbeat, in the fire in his blood
700 books were
It breaks to right, threw the crooks in the ocean
Scared, brass like it grew from goatskin
The chosen has spoken, tablets were
The smoke hand grabs an
Gravity grabbin me draggin me through hell's cavity
This is blasphemy, I fell the jackals be
God felt bad for me but cast me into Sea
draggin his key, Wu-Family's the faculty
K.P., K.P.

"Am I a good man? Am I a
"Am I?"

He to sling in the stairwell
Fast to put the rap on cap, ignite your hair gel
No such thing as a sale
He'll put the bullet out day, delivery airmail
And on this level a sell you garbage
No refund, the only exchange from the
Where the youths is kept back with they life earnings
Ready to make a deal, soul and pipe
The tragic, household dramatic
Living to {?}, basements to attics
Support from the B, hit the courts from a
who betrayed one, who had lit the for his team
So they him gifts, body parts per diem
in a box that held but too dark to see 'em