1. Safari Raid, Found on November 12, 2008

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  7. November 11, 2008 by Thomas Traum

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  9. Safari Raid, Found on November 8, 2008

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  10. November 6, 2008 by Thomas Traum

    YouTube - Ghostface Killah - Mighty Healthy

    YouTube - Ghostface Killah - Mighty Healthy.

     

    VERSE 1:]
    Both hands clusty, chillin’ wit my man Rusty low down
    Blew off the burner kinda dusty
    The world can’t touch Ghost, purple tape Rae co-host
    Monty Hall expo, intellect you red pro
    Son triflin fuck, wildflower on the cycle an’
    Pick up the brew thought I was Michael an’
    Mics are writin’ pool, now, I’m into Iron Duels
    Turn-ons the Earth’s whoopee, she out of law school.
    Inhale break beats of hell A-Alikes propel parallel
    Duracell, NAW, you flash a burnt cell
    Snap out of CandyLand, kids the old rumor is
    blacks become immune to shit, we never did like
    eatin’ dead birds fuck the pharmacy over herbs
    Men marryin men, ill , they got the Earth pulsar
    Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter
    Livin’ off land you god damn right I fuck fans, king me!
    Check checkmate props like the micro chip founder
    Neck to neck stocks with Bill Gates now

    [CHORUS:]
    When we hug these mics we get busy
    Come and have a good time with G-O-D
    Make you snap your fingers or wiggle
    Scream, shout, laugh and just giggle
    Shake that body, party that body
    Don’t fuck with Ghost you’ll feel sorry
    That’s word, I’m not the herb
    Understand what I’m sayin’ <i>[echo]

    [VERSE 2:]
    Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert
    Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in the grass it’s spiteful
    Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter
    Culprit, prince of the game wish you could see us
    We lay low glitter wax full bangles
    Priceless ropes, lay around the God and get tangled
    Wooly-haired, eyes firey red, feet made of brass
    Twelve men, following me, it be the God staff
    Move, every script’s like Miramax
    Smash the big boy totalled it, will shot fear effects
    Sun beamin’, wifee on the beach, sippin’ Zima 
    Wu ‘binos, to Latinos, we lust to lean ‘em
    Overnight, God get jewels Fed-Ex’d
    Pretty soloette(silhouette)velvet nice DNA scroll genetics
    Too hot, the handle went off, scramblin the mandolin,
    Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain, smack em, say when
    He rollin up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts
    Yo kid stop frontin’ on the grounds before you get touched
    It’s Canada Dry cess, obsessed with Allah’s sun
    We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry

    -What we do, depends on breath control, so it’s the first thing you must
    learn. Fortunately it’s easy. You’ll soon learn. 
    - My God so they are killers
    - Killing and killing, they sort of develop a taste for blood