I think of the Ghostface Killah often. More often than I would like to admit. Not only do I find him to be one of the most gifted and accomplished mc’s and lyricist of all time but I also find him to be one of the most intriguing minds of our time.
Recently, I had the opportunity to sit down with Ghostface at his home in Staten Island (Specifically the section of the island known as Stapleton, the place where “that ambulanced don’t come”) and got the chance to ask him a couple questions. Although it was brief, Ghostface answered each and every question in true Ghost-fashion. Here are some excerpts from our conversation…
Mr Ghosface, thank you for having me. I’m a huge fan and it means a lot for me to get this opportunity. Let me start by asking…What have you been doing lately? Fishcale was critically acclaimed and you’re still on top of the “game”. What’s happening for you?
I’m in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh
You at the bar, whaodie, drinking my piss, uh
The yellow shit, and the Bottle aint Crys, son
You turned your motherf*ckin head, ni**a I switched em
Okaaaaay. Alright, I know your into “lounging with 7 duelers” and “lickin with the 6 Rugers” but could you tell us some of your other hobbies or joys in life? What makes Ghostface happy?
We love horse races shaken jakes and high speed chases
Porno stations, drinking violation, God Realations
90 miunte maxell tapes, instrumental breaks
Banging earaches, lay my verses down in two takes
The speaker pops, the Winchester rifles in the house
Murder in the DJ’s eye twitching, woofer hissin
I am into some of that as well. Great. Well, there is a lot of talk about your drug dealing past and I apologize that I even bring it up…but there are many drug references in your music. Are you still pushin? Wait pardon me…let me just ask….what’s your take on drugs and the drug culture?
Mayonnaise jars of water with rocks in them got the whole projects out of order
Interesting. Can you elaborate at all?
Some call it bricks, some call it birds
How many niggaz get they lives token playin with shit, then catch a curb
Wow. You must have seen a lot living here in the projects. Speaking of just that…What was it like growing up here, in the worst part of Staten Island?
Statens where the war is
Where the court sytems running out of warrants
Where TNT be jumping out the Taurus
Staten Island truly sounds much different than where I grew up to say the least. Mr Ghostface, I truly intended to stay far from private matters…but I hope you don’t mind but…can I ask you about your family?
(At this point Ghost put his head down, took in a long breath of air, and appeared in deep thought…after some time he responded)
Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment
Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there
Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head.
I didn’t like to sleep with Jon Jon he wet the bed
(Ghosface pauses and appears shook up)
If this is too hard for you I understand. It sounds so difficult. You weren’t alone though, were you? From your lyrics it appears that someone saw you through some of these hard times?
Yeah, I remember this, moms would lick here finger tips
To wipe the cold out of my eye before school with her spit…
(Once again Ghost pauses)
Listen, I am sorry. I have taken too much of your time already. Let me ask you just one more question….Is there anything you would like to say to your fans, to your critics, to anyone out there who is asking…Who is the Ghostfaced Killer?
I’m a little dude but I hold gunz the size of Europe
Ya’ll niggas is sweet like pancakes with extra syrup
Whateva yall put up I double that
Stapleton is where I hustle at, 2-12 is where I bubble at
Yeah, Im talking money wise, you funny guyz
Im quick to yolk you up like eggs that’s cooked sunny side
Catch me at the honey hive, running the strip
Gun on the hip, posted for hours, slinging dope and powder
Culture power, throwing nitros, letting them pipes blow
Got remote cars but they aint made by Tyco
This is Theodore, drunk of Smirnoff
Thank you Mr. Ghostface, I appreciate your time and… (Ghostface interrupts, obviously he is angered, and Ghostface continues his rant as I am lead to the door by his “chef” Raekwon)
Baller Shit, long biscuits
F*ck around, take all your sh*t
Call ya bluff…yall faggots don’t want no beef
Grind your teeth, and just roll with it, don’t risk it
FUCK AROUND AND BE A STATISTIC!
4 comments:
Then we took a ride to the nearest corner store where Mr Ghostface wanted to endulge in a chipwich. He quickly became excited when he noted that my "whip smelled like fish from 125th." Ofcourse he wanted to ride in the back, so he could his causually "put ketchup on his fries and hit on a baseball spliff. and commented how his "leg was all stiff" and told me to "push the fucking seat up!" At which time I ablidged. Then I realized I was to be an accomplice in a robbery where he was going to rob his mans for the crack he kept in the vacuum. The story continues...
I think Ghost is my mans n them like no other MC can be. I want to be him, his beats are the illest, his flow is frantic, and he tells such neat stories.
He is defiently my mans and them.
phat.
venable continues to slay it and one might say he too is like them 86 brooklyn n!gga$.
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