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(Chee Malabar)
Birdland mindframe, feelin' like it's circa 1962
the way she moved through the room, whistling a gloomy tune
the same repetition of that sad riff
I approached half passive, asked if, it was a blue note classic
She smiled, batted her lashes, "Close but no, it's something I wrote
Called The Wrath of Lomas"
A song for her pops, she explained, "He used to be a jazz saxophonist
Coked and doped, at the height of his solstice
So much so, you could smell, the stench of crack on his magnum opus"
Her fingertips slid over the bottle of corona, she sunk back in a sofa
Uh, lit a blunt took a puff
my mind was still on the last living days of, Shaka Sankofa
"Papa was a soldier, a Panther. Mama said in his eyes lied the fury of storms"
Her tone of voice, cut through the air like stones thrown by half grown
Palestinian boys, armed with no choice- composed her poise then
Relaxed back to her old wistful form
"Music's the canvas and here's where the story's redrawn
A few years 'fore his first son was born"
ummm, she paused lookin' lost then rubbed her temple
Then spoke in this gentle tempo, "Mama always knew
Whenever the rents due, she would find him in his room, being in a tense mood
Leaning over a bent spoon, heaping with hell's sugar, musical notes he wrote
Scribbled on walls, half empty bottles of alcohol in the hall
She found other women's numbers, bra's, draws"
Pause, "but then came the summer of loss- his pop's died his brother too
Lomas moved from tune to tune, different spots, performing
Till he met one of the baddest drummers up north
In a matter of weeks they formed a quintet", she said with a slight pride
Her eyes, wide as her smile, "My father had a purpose now, his vices were gone
I can still hear the slices of life in those very psalms, calm
Just a man confessin' thru the sax, but then, then came the wartime draft"
"To me", she said, "That was the end of his jazz
I'm talkin' bout what he saw out there, in Vietnam"
It left Lomas' heart, weathered, worn and torn
Imagine being shown the evil sins of men, returning home to lynchings, protests
"Ever since then", she said, "In his life he had
smack in his glands, his sax playing the angst
Of lost African lands, rain dances with ghosts who fancied his nose
I guess thru me, his past was reborn, he passed on
And all I did was pawn his sax, his wax and brass horn"


(Rainman)
From the corner I soaked - in the aroma of jazz and smokes
And scanned for a second through the expanse of folks
It led my mind to remember the last time I took a stand in the land of hope
In '68, I was 25 in a band with Lom'
Cooking the Village Van with two - sticks in my hand and my man on the saxophone
This kid was Mississippi, mix with masala, curry colored
Half tipsy, twisted
Toothpick slim, smelling like he was dipped in whiskey
With a wistful voice that match the tenor of his sax, the tone
Resonated the thoughts of a man who lost his home
Echoed like the shots that rang through our ears that year
From Vietnam, Memphis to Camelot, the tears fell
Like our fates in the years to come
Newport, 7-1, was where we saw her face
Her name was Sophie and her walk was grace
Talk was laced with poetic thoughts
lost in the same place that my sax man played from
She had me tranced and chasing and I caught
Something amazing when I snared her love
But jealousy is the state that our fears become
When we trust in one, she makes love to another and she bares a son of reflects
The essence of the nearest one to a brother from my peers the stun
Of the moment took my breath like it pieced a lung
I was stung, cause this kid
He looked like he was Lomas' son
That night, back stage at the club as I prepared to drum
I told him, "It's a boy Lomas, now tell me where's my gun?"
I let him look while the barrel straight stared at him
But his eyes, they shared a look with no fear in them
He had some words of regret
I said, "Your boy's name is Trent"
And then I told him "Tonight we play the set
And this here's a grand from my pocket for you to pay the rent
Get bent or straighten up your life
Take my wedding band too if you still to light, my friend
Take my wife, if she'll have you
Take the wrath of your talent and damn you
Take my name from your lips and never use it again"
That night, you know we shined like gems
I found rhythms that had Lomas on the loose
Flying within, every mind that could listen to hymns
And all the while… I couldn't wait for the music to end

Everybody wanna sound like, sound like
Sound like Bone, Bone, Bone
Everybody wanna rap like, rap like
Rap like Bone, Bone, Bone

As we continue to pick up the pieces
They follow us Kings 'til the sundown
Deadly issues of telekinesis
Better show love or lay down

Everybody wanna sound like, sound like
Sound like Bone, Bone, Bone
Everybody wanna rap like, rap like
Rap like Bone, Bone, Bone

As we continue to pick up the pieces
They follow us Kings 'til the sundown
Deadly issues of telekinesis
Better show love or lay down

Hold down, welcome to the showdown
I think it's 'bout time little Layzie let 'em know now
Take it to the streets and let the pump, pump go pow
Take my style, let me show you how I go wild

Now you playin' with a fully grown man
With a fully blown plan, with a fully loaded clip
I'ma go up in your shit
I don't play with little kids, I spank that ass
Boy, you know who we is

My homies the greatest, I roll with the best, see?
Who in the fuck wanna test these niggas
From the S-C-T, C-L-E? We got heat
Y'all know what happened to the thief
When the king catch him stealin'
Got his hands in the cookie jar

Off with his hand, fuck it, off with his head
Make him stand front and center
Let me see what the rookie got?
Bet a nigga ain't got nothin', they bluffin'

Tryin' to come up on somethin', bubblin'
I'ma say this really, really, really loud
Y'all wanna rumble, I'll bust them, rush them
Trust him, never, on a whole 'nother level

If God The Creator, then y'all niggas' devils
The fight won't end 'til the war get settled
And Bone gonna win 'cause them Bone niggas' rebels
Playa, yeah, nigga

Everybody wanna sound like, sound like
Sound like Bone, Bone, Bone
Everybody wanna rap like, rap like
Rap like Bone, Bone, Bone

As we continue to pick up the pieces
They follow us Kings 'til the sundown
Deadly issues of telekinesis
Better show love or lay down

Everybody wanna sound like, sound like
Sound like Bone, Bone, Bone
Everybody wanna rap like, rap like
Rap like Bone, Bone, Bone

As we continue to pick up the pieces
They follow us Kings 'til the sundown
Deadly issues of telekinesis
Better show love or lay down

They don't wanna see me shine
Everybody wanna sound like Bone though
Come back in the Bone zone
But you just beginnin' with the daddy you don't know

They call me 'The Granddad', granddaddy of the Bone flow
Well, little lazy rappers, obviously we never figured
This would be the lick and we'd be next to shine
And we got everybody screamin' and singin'
But these out of shape suckas need exercise

So I'ma get up in their mental
I'ma work 'em out over the instrumental
Give 'em a criminal rhythm, the lyrical nympho
Wanna see the wicked? Better know what you're in for
First, the fan side could be forgiven, you didn't know

Second time, I got up in 'em like here we go
No matter what, they sayin' we still the most realest
That ever did it, feel me flow
And everybody want a little bit against

A little Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh
A little taste so they can test
And make 'em see how we the best
And I'll be realer than the rest don't flex
'Cause the pump gonna get 'em

I'm like a bullet to the chest, suffer a cardiac arrest
That's so hard and I can still get their heart and leave 'em dead
And give 'em all they can get
Send them suckas to the lyric cemetery or the rap hospital
Never no competition

Everybody wanna sound like, sound like
Sound like Bone, Bone, Bone
Everybody wanna rap like, rap like
Rap like Bone, Bone, Bone

As we continue to pick up the pieces
They follow us Kings 'til the sundown
Deadly issues of telekinesis
Better show love or lay down

Everybody wanna sound like, sound like
Sound like Bone, Bone, Bone
Everybody wanna rap like, rap like
Rap like Bone, Bone, Bone

As we continue to pick up the pieces
They follow us Kings 'til the sundown
Deadly issues of telekinesis
Better show love or lay down

Come on, now let me take you back to The Land
You know where the heart of it all
In 1993 when we was up out the scene
The fellas with hell of a harmony with the flow
Hooked up with Eazy-E and shook up the industry
And y'all just in time to get another phase

This certainly is somethin' that you wouldn't wanna miss
The drama when it hit the fan, we got 'em trippin' off the gift
And split a wig up with a pretty sick twist
The Ruger like a surgeon and it's on
Exactly what I cut you with is sharper than a scalpel

Actually, it's too many Bone Thug clones
And they all malpractice, arrested and send 'em to the gallows
My trues brought a style that's unfound
And you can feel it naturally but we ain't no magicians
Really ain't no thing to make a fraud disappear

Steady givin' what they love to hear, make 'em listen up close
Everybody know we got the dough
We choppin' nothin' but missiles, still the nigga who the greatest
Y'all lost, can't even afford the cost, this is authentic
And nothin' that's dealin' with them world wide bosses

We got the sauce, baby, we got the juice
We keep 'em in a frenzy fiendin' for more
On the Thug Line with F.B.G., 7th Sign
And Mo' Thug once again we about to blow
We about to blow, set it off, explode, set it off, explode

Everybody wanna sound like, sound like
Sound like Bone, Bone, Bone
Everybody wanna rap like, rap like
Rap like Bone, Bone, Bone

As we continue to pick up the pieces
They follow us Kings 'til the sundown
Deadly issues of telekinesis
Better show love or lay down

Everybody wanna sound like, sound like
Sound like Bone, Bone, Bone
Everybody wanna rap like, rap like
Rap like Bone, Bone, Bone

As we continue to pick up the pieces
They follow us Kings 'til the sundown
Deadly issues of telekinesis
Better show love or lay down

I'ma treat it like a race and I gotta win it
Ahead of you bums with the Bone flow
Thug invented, haters wanna wonder
Why them thug niggas still gettin' in

Nothin' changed the game like we did so we here, still with it
Gotta tell the truth, we changed things
Bringin' somethin' new that's everlasting, I'ma keep it real
It's next to nothin', doin' the same thing 'cause less creating

Flow just borin', the spit just corny
What happened to old bitin' 'self? Writin' battles done face to face
I miss those days, these days, ghost writers
Fake artists with nothin' to say

I'ma give it, wish due my street dues
Just stay cool. I know I got you
When I need to pop you'll let loose
And you don't wanna see a thugsta hit with a Grey Goose

Or we could buy the bar, just stay cool and we good
Recognize we thug, could of been all hood
The flow's all love, thugs could of been all hood
Pick up on it, never fully get it, this Bone flow
Smilin', hatin' but you'll see me on the low

In the game with the number one
Straight from the Cleveland slums
Straight off the block, never hustle to the floor though
Kickin' 'em down how them Bone Thugs came through
Yeah, yeah, we took it to another level, level, level, yeah

Everybody wanna sound like, sound like
Sound like Bone, Bone, Bone
Everybody wanna rap like, rap like
Rap like Bone, Bone, Bone

As we continue to pick up the pieces
They follow us Kings 'til the sundown
Deadly issues of telekinesis
Better show love or lay down

Everybody wanna sound like, sound like
Sound like Bone, Bone, Bone
Everybody wanna rap like, rap like
Rap like Bone, Bone, Bone

As we continue to pick up the pieces
They follow us Kings 'til the sundown
Deadly issues of telekinesis
Better show love or lay down

As soon as I'm receivin' the call, now give me the ball
I run with the dogs, then keep the b'all
Now meet me at the mall, you can check on every shelf on the wall
They makin' money off the Bone Thugs equipped with a saw

With a knife in my back, everybody rappin' fast
But the harmony ain't in it and now that's too much to pass
Now that's too much to ask when you pick up a crash course style
To change up, come on

My trigger finger's itchy but my carpel tunnel was [unverified] was written
And rippin' problems like water flowin' in humbles
I'm workin' with seven shovels, the grave diggers and others
Nobody understand The Man, clones, now shut up

I'm quicker than a boogey wicked monster, never just like the movie
We know when we pray to God [unverified]
We get the hustle on in the spring, fall, in summers
And the winter months, we gonna praise Jesus

Don't even represent us, like we ain't said nothin'
Present the flow then grown know where we come from
Sun come shine in, Equinox rhymin', Layzie perfect timin'
Grab my gun

Much love to my nigga young Hova, Twista
Bun B, Pimp C, A.C. Killer
Get your money, get your paper
Elevate like my nigga DMX
Here's a prayer, God bless playa

Everybody wanna sound like, sound like
Sound like Bone, Bone, Bone
Everybody wanna rap like, rap like
Rap like Bone, Bone, Bone

As we continue to pick up the pieces
They follow us Kings 'til the sundown
Deadly issues of telekinesis
Better show love or lay down

Everybody wanna sound like, sound like
Sound like Bone, Bone, Bone
Everybody wanna rap like, rap like
Rap like Bone, Bone, Bone

As we continue to pick up the pieces
They follow us Kings 'til the sundown
Deadly issues of telekinesis
Better show love or lay down

Hanging in the closet
Is the dress I wore the last time
That I saw you on the last day of July

Could've been would've been should've known better
Shoved it inside and said I'd deal with this later
Pages and pieces of letters that I started to write,
Piled up high and I just want it out of my sight

Walked down Columbus took out a dime made a wish
Then I set the bridge on fire and destroyed the evidence
Now I wait for the rain to come wash the fingerprints
That you left on my face in my heart in my veins

Looking through the closet
I left the truth around here somewhere
Buried underneath these things that I don't need

Tripped over the past so I crammed it in the corner
Shoved it in the entryway and hid it in the shower
Room full of boxes full of pieces of a broken dream
House full of ghosts and I hope they know it's time to leave

Walked down Columbus took out a dime made a wish
Then I set the bridge on fire and destroyed the evidence
Now I wait for the rain to come wash the fingerprints
That you left on my face in my heart in my veins

Off the window and the door and the ceiling and the floor
From my Summer and my Fall and the picture on the wall
Off the records and the books off of everywhere I look
From the bottles and the tears and my twenty-second year
Off the ribbons and the sheets and the sidewalk and the streets
Off the diamonds and the threats imperfection and regrets
Off the records and the books off of everywhere I look

In the coldness of the city
Where the neon sleeps
And the streets show the pity
And the nights run deep
And every shadow seems to hold a hidden story
And every heart, oh, is a refugee

And the old ones hope
And the lost ones scream
The hustlers float
And the young ones dream
In the city
Livin' in the soul of the city

And the streets cry freedom
Do you stand or retreat
As you stare by the neon gods above
While you bask in the heat

And the streets cry freedom
As the blood runs cold
As you stare into the eyes of the walking ghosts
Who've lost their souls

In the summer's heat I'm weary
In the soul of the city
Potential's burning bright
In the Harlem halls
Have you ever lived looking down a shotgun barrel
When they said hey boy, this ain't your home

There ain't no cure for the bleeding heart
'Cause when you fall there's no second start in the city
There'll always be the soul of the city

And the streets cry freedom
As it burns in the heat
You stare by the neon gods above
While you bask in the heat

And the streets cry freedom
As the blood runs cold
You stare into the eyes of the walking ghosts
Who've lost their souls

There is no reason
For livin' in sin
I don't believe when they say hey boy, you better give in
You know I'll fight for what I know
'Til the day that I die
'Cause I'm better off dead
Then buried along with my pride

And the streets cry freedom
'Til the day that I die, yeah
'Til the day that I die
And the streets cry freedom
'Til the day that I die, yeah
'Til the day that I die, yeah
'Til the day that I die
'Til the day that I die, die, die, die, die, oh
Streets cry freedom

Potential's burning bright

Ohhh, oh

'Til the day that I die
'Til the day that I die
'Til the day that I die
'Til the day that I die

[VERSE 1:]
Said goodbye to him
No regrets no second thoughts
Just kept my heart moving
Tears fell from his eyes
I didn't care I pushed through it
He ain't the one
I thought I might as well keep on looking
So I turn my back, no strings attached

[HOOK:]
Now I'm sitting at my place with my face buried in my hands
Cause everything that I touch fades away like a grain of sand
No love that I try to keep ever seems to last
Dam, This really hurts
Leaving you was a curse so...

[CHORUS:]
If I did you wrong [x3]
I'm sorry
Cameras comin on [x3]
It haunts me
If I did you wrong [x3]
I'm sorry
Cameras comin on [x3]
It haunts me like a ghost
Everywhere I go I see your ghost
When I go to sleep I see your ghost
And it haunts me like a ghost
Like a ghost
Like a ghost

[VERSE 2:]
1, 2, 3, 4
Moved on to another
Tall, dark, sexy and confident kind of brother
Kept my body hot all day and night like it was summer
That's why I shouldn't be reminiscing
My man I love ya
Cause I turned my back
No strings attached

[HOOK:]
Now I'm sitting at my place with my face buried in my hands
Cause everything that I touch fades away like a grain of sand
No love that I try to keep ever seems to last
Dam, This really hurts
Leaving you was a curse so...

[CHORUS:]
If I did you wrong [x3]
I'm sorry
Cameras comin on [x3]
It haunts me
If I did you wrong [x3]
I'm sorry
Cameras comin on [x3]
It haunts me like a ghost
Everywhere I go I see your ghost
When I go to sleep I see your ghost
And it haunts me like a ghost
Like a ghost
Like a ghost

[BRIDGE: x4]
4, 3, 2, 1
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh oh ohhhh
Ohhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhh
Like a ghost
Ghost ohh

[CHORUS:]
If I did you wrong [x3]
I'm sorry
Cameras comin on [x3]
It haunts me
If I did you wrong [x3]
I'm sorry
Cameras comin on [x3]
It haunts me like a ghost
Everywhere I go I see your ghost
When I go to sleep I see your ghost
And it haunts me like a ghost
Like a ghost
Like a ghost

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"In an enemy land..."
"Ack, just by destroying Starks Enterprises,
we could cripple their national defence.
So, you Professor Finkle, the world's greatest
expert on electricity must devise the destruction
of Starks' mighty guardian, Ironman."
(Ghostface Killah)
Yo, summer time holdin the 9, split the Vega in half
Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff grass
Bank stoppin, high-derox hydrolic
Kid with the most knowledge will obtain to touch top dollars
Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, activate
Fuck your corny debates
I'm like cake or maybe like $10,000 rabbits
The kid walked thru, switch up his accent "Now I'm from Paris"
Cash the bill, frozen element, Seagal
Signs from the most high causes me to break them all
How the fuck was y'all niggas thinkin? You think I fell off the ledge?
The legendary Ghost Deini might be dead?
Never, Impossible, pull out black burners like tonsils
to gallants, hit 'em if we go to
Bustin at y'all niggas daily
Wall-to-wall, Hawkins
Suckin your teeth cuz God chain-talkin
like Ghostface this, Ghostface that
Ghost sold crack, now his revelations spoken thru rap
Valored down like the sheik of Iran
Gasoline CREAM wrapped in hospital bands
Model vans, Michael Davis, it's me against housin
Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to control thousands
Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Fredick Douglas
You know what? Eh yo, fuck this
Eh yo, how can I move the crowd?
First of all, ain't no mistakes allowed
Here's the instructions, put it together
It's simple ain't it? Well, quite clever
*singing*
Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of mine
You stood for somethin, ugh
Tupac, Biggie, ohh how we miss you so
We want y'all both to know
We really love you so
Eh yo, I'm Gucci down
Wally boot, Jamaican hat, long 4-pound
Ask niggas how I get down
Don't speak much, deluxe plush
Imaginations holdin all like Willie Hutch
You might've bumped into me on the Riker's bus
Weed in my teeths, jem in my beauty sleep, sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese
Come on, we juggle mic's
We come on all the amps, advance the final
Show these niggas how the way we dance
Hot night, Jamaica
Came thru in a boger green '68 Pacer
Had mad paper, high as a fuck
Truck, 2 rappers got stuck that night
I ain't sayin no names, they know who, thank you for the change
Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, Cali weed
30 seconds till we tear and decease
Quick, call all my seeds dipped in the crowd
The hoe spotted me, knew not to call my name out
He walked off softly, we exactly
formed like Christ and the disciples
Black fatigues, leathal-faced dunnie, he held the rifle
We had the whole shit shook, you favorite rapper's droppin they drinks
On the low, tuckin they links, we made 80 off the books
(Superb)
It's like '86, Magic Johnson, no disrespect
My metaphors'll keep out The Projects
Rap connects'll keep me correct
Eh yo, I wrote this on Donnie roof
After his funeral, on one knee
Thinkin his killer's followin me
So to my nigga Donnie, up there
Can you please tell God that we fucked up here?
We got beer, weed, guns, AIDS
All these obsticles, it's hard to make it nowadays
Watch the Devil in it, some say it's our fault
If that's the answer, you know smokin can cause cancer
Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain behind
My tape stay at the beginnin cuz that's how they rewind
Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine, and we don't drink wine
If you don't bring me some motherfuckin cognac, I kill you
I can't feel you
Ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my dollars
I fuck with rockwilders, no leashes, no collars
Brolic scholars, that's Ghost Deini!

Lately I've been wishing I had one desire
Something that would make me never want another
Something that would make it so that nothing matters
All would be clear then

But I guess I'll have to settle for a few brief moments
And watch it all dissolve into a single second
And try to write it down into a perfect sonnet
Or one foolish line

'Cause that's all that you'll get
So you'll have to accept
You are here then you're gone

But I believe that lovers should be tied together
Thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather
Left there to drown
Left there to drown in their innocence

But as for me, I'm coming to the final chapter
I read all of the pages and there's still no answer
Only all that was before, I know must soon come after
That's the only way it can be

So I stand in the sun
And I breathe with my lungs
Trying to spare me the weight of the truth

Saying everything you've ever seen was just a mirror
You've spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever
And laying in a bathtub full of freezing water
Wishing you were a ghost

But once you knew a girl and you named her lover
Danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer
But autumn came, she disappeared, you can't remember
Where she said she was going to

But you know that she's gone
'Cause she left you a song
That you don't want to sing

Singing I believe that lovers should be chained together
Thrown into a fire with their songs and letters
Left there to burn
Left there to burn in their arrogance

But as for me, I'm coming to my final failure
I've killed myself with changes trying to make things better
Ended up becoming something other
Than what I had planned to be

All right

Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers
And laid entwined together on a bed of clover
Left there to sleep
Left there to dream of their happiness

The Wrath Of Lomas - Himalayan Project 5:06
Rebirth - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony 7:15
Fingerprints - Maggie Walters 5:02
Streets Cry Freedom - Badlands 6:10
Ghost - Claude Kelly 3:39
Ghost Deini - Wu-Tang Clan 01:50
A Perfect Sonnet - Bright Eyes 03:39