The Art Basel (feat. Ghostface Killah & Shyheim)

Ghosts belong in the Art Basel With two gadgets on they hip Superman cave to hype deflate My juicer threat, hi tech jubilee African diamonds, it glows harder From the heart of the cloud of provocative stones Binoculars vision, adopters, miraculous Medusa's Whose statue cry for, this time is short, you can feel the hour The search for your body is on IPhone' signal pinging off the tower Your corpse is found and I'd confirmed By your dental records, his final seconds Resected before they burn their naked Fingers is missing, kill with conviction Viewer discretion is advised through your television In a hard grade, big mouth, murdered into my way Ronald Reagen's ski mask killers from Zimbabwe Never seen these type of machines with the squad spread To seige, no, I killed, they popped your party Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill Blue face by the stack, straps stubbed to my back Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill You know the suit is from the stap, put the square up on the map I throw 16 shots to a dart for Tony Stark The Remedies', empty clips to empty blocks Niggas know, they send shots, bodies drop If I run out of bullets, I'ma hit 'em with a car I ain't worried about you goofies I'm relaxing in the spa like a Dawn Cuban Cigar in the bottle with the Don perion I'm heavy on the suede and cherry cloth Every single one of my boys thoughts came from a loss I got an uncle that murdered like East New York No, we can't talk, girl, you eat pork And before I stretch your pussy, bitch, I beat off I carry my own course, they put the nail in my hand I couldn't grab the mic, so I went Acapella for the fans And I'm doctor of flows, endoscope This one's a medical exam, your notes I diagnose Said you is not sick, get off my dick I ain't writing no scripts, bitch Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill Blue face by the stack, strap stubbed to my back Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill You know the suit is from the stap, put the square up on the map Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill Blue face by the stack, strap stubbed to my back Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill You know the suit is from stap, put the square up on the map