Killah Priest, 4th Disciple, Ghostface Killah - Disco Airlines lyrics
[Killah Priest, 4th Disciple, Ghostface Killah - Disco Airlines lyrics]
Nosedive from the realms of the most high
My ghost fly in a shell
The oak behind a veil
The pope die and he’s frail
Still a wave of the hand
And drink from the grail
Cesare Borgia hanging on nails angels impale
Rocking the bells concoction and spells
Brew at a stew raw for the cough
To the monster minds that invented New York
The earth is a zoo
Ghost in me invented the goo
Yellow dynamite stick it’s a million a month
Y’all stealing them blunts?
Yeah new weapons see the slugs is the
Size of pickles in a jar
The shells hold the weight of ten nickels
Brown paper bag shit, a half a brick
Avirex goose, at least two on the wrist
King, Abdul Raheem
Don Shula when it comes to
Wins and moolah schemes
Begin under cathedral ceilings
Blow fire out my nose, giving healings
The biochemical equation
I’m invading in New York to ban
My niggas like Nick Saban
Waving a bloody dagger, no safe haven
Carving the thigh muscle, pants
Can’t put your leg in yo, I’m in my element
Vocally live is evident
Kings like we riding on elephants
Elegant, don’t let me drop
Something in your skeleton
A permanent birthmark is stuck to the melanin
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Weeded up my dogs, throw it up like bulimia
Same kissing all the babies with leukemia
My ghost fly in a shell
The oak behind a veil
The pope die and he’s frail
Still a wave of the hand
And drink from the grail
Cesare Borgia hanging on nails angels impale
Rocking the bells concoction and spells
Brew at a stew raw for the cough
To the monster minds that invented New York
The earth is a zoo
Ghost in me invented the goo
Yellow dynamite stick it’s a million a month
Y’all stealing them blunts?
Yeah new weapons see the slugs is the
Size of pickles in a jar
The shells hold the weight of ten nickels
Brown paper bag shit, a half a brick
Avirex goose, at least two on the wrist
King, Abdul Raheem
Don Shula when it comes to
Wins and moolah schemes
Begin under cathedral ceilings
Blow fire out my nose, giving healings
The biochemical equation
I’m invading in New York to ban
My niggas like Nick Saban
Waving a bloody dagger, no safe haven
Carving the thigh muscle, pants
Can’t put your leg in yo, I’m in my element
Vocally live is evident
Kings like we riding on elephants
Elegant, don’t let me drop
Something in your skeleton
A permanent birthmark is stuck to the melanin
Encyclopedia wikipedia, easy Expedia
Weeded up my dogs, throw it up like bulimia
Same kissing all the babies with leukemia