Ghostface Killah is the Vladimir Nabokov of rap. Who else writes lyrics like these:
"Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole"
or makes you think this is an actual sentence:
"Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap"
Listening to Ghostface Killah lyrics is like watching rainbows form in the sky or butterflies emerge from pupa. I don't understand how it happens. I don't know why it makes me happy. But it does.
Instead of rapping about chains, he talks about "lampin' on the throne in a King Tut hat". And don't get me started on his attention to detail when it comes to storytelling:
"A live gunslinger well known, born to dance When the heat is on, Stapleton days, shoot hisself in the groin The gun went off, it looked like a flick When he fell to the floor, holdin his nuts, screamin "God damnit Shit I put one in my balls, what the fuck y'all lookin at me for? Call the police, do somethin Motherfuckers standin around, watch when I get better All hell's gonna be terror Death to you, you," he pointed at Red."
Anyway, this mixtape by Max Tannone blends Ghost lyrics with vintage African funk. I really like it. It's the Lolita of Mixtapes! Not really. But it's good. You should listen.
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