Ghostface Killah, Killah Priest, GZA - Purified Thoughts lyrics

"Am I a good man? "

Take my hands out my pockets
You can see my thumbs
Both of them turned green
From counting the ones
Memorized by the glory, word life
Cut off niggas who killed good but
Couldn't do nothing for me
Shout 'em out every once in the blue
And kid yo, I never rocked with
Long as they keep away, we cool
I devised my own stimulus plan
I'm nigga-rich i'm tired of eating those
Crumbs and black licorice
To free my mind on Friday
I cleanse in the mosque
Let the imam pray over my head and wash
Thoughts, sterilized, purified, Godly
Watch his gift manifest the green like barley
If that shit happen I'll feed his whole army
Talking 'bout the angels and peeps in Somali
Try to stay humble and swallow my pride
In God I trust
Not talkin' 'bout the ones on your five
Crisp dollar billing
Catch me in a little hut in Benin
Village style, feeding the children
Big pots of jasmine tea with Mandela
Africans chanting me on like Coachella
Ghostface Bumaye, Kumbaya my Lord
My death day, 24 karat tomb I lay
Wishing they could bury me
Next to the prophets
Nabi, Lut, Is'a, Musa, Hadrat Muhammad
Ibrahim

"Am I a good man?" (I don't know)
"Am I a fool?" (We'll see)

The Lord takes me
Gathering speeds before winds
High currents, distance
Places be forming wings
Kings offering, thrones was there
Man with the seven crowns on
His dome was near
Feet walked over rose petals
Sold from the ghetto
Face froze in gold like the pharaoh
Adorned in glory, robe of light
A power for his cherub
As He passed the path
White doves crossed the eyes of thugs
Eternal heartbeat and the dark
Fire in his blood
Seven hundred books were opened
Embraced to write
Then threw the crooks in the ocean
Skin brass hair like it grew from goatskin
The chosen has spoken, tablets were broken
The smoke hand grabs an omen
Gravity grabbing me gradually
Dragging me through Hell's cavity
This is blasphemy
I fell where the jackals feed
God felt bad for me but cast
Me in the Caspian Sea
Satan gave the dragon his key
Wu-Family's the faculty kP, KP

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

He used to sling in the stairwell
Fast to put the rap on a thinking cap
Ignite your hair gel
No such thing as the fair sale
He'll put the bullet out same day
Delivery airmail and on this level a thug
Will sell your garbage no refund
The only exchange from the cartridge
But the users just kept coming
Back with their life earnings
Ready to make a deal, soul and pipe burning
The outcome tragic, the household dramatic
Living rooms for heating spoons
Basements for addicts support from a bean
Hit the courts from a fiend
Who betrayed one
Who had lit the torch for his team
So he sent them gifts, body parts per diem
In a box that held prints but
Too dark to see 'em