Late Night Arrival Lyrics - Hidden Darts (special Edition) - Ghostface Killah

[Wigs] 

Yeah, son, it's the Einstein Theodore theory, street philosphy 

Step foot on our block, there's no way possibly 

Guns too big for you, to ever try stoppin' me 

Talk out your mouth, you better speak properly 

[Trife Da God] 

Aiyo, first of all, you ain't worth to brawl 

And my fifth, call it the gift, when I curse you all 

See I'm a soldier, look at my ranks 

On the block, we got that water bubblin' like we cookin' up franks 

This is Trife Diesel, get familiar with the name 

I'm here, to stay for a while, so steel it in your brain 

My guerrillas'll bang, we are the Planet of the Apes 

Clips as long as bananas, throw them hammers in your face 

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[Solomon Childs] 

From the land of the pushers, hustlers and handlers 

With military, heavyweight standers 

Cameras on the cannons, move amongst hoes and gamblers 

Empties on my project balconies 

My guns vow for me, my bitch count for me 

I'm royalty, motherf**ker gon' bow to me 

20-04, vampires that'll rip off your neck 

And eat your garlic, murder, from New York to Charlotte 

It'll beat a nigga down like Sonny Carlton, when he ran through a gauntlet 

[Ghostface Killah] 

Yo, my plate never pork, I sink deep into minds where you can't talk 

Cough it up, bitch, I shine like Chinaware 

Shine like the box in the live ball player amped 

F**k Mike Jordan, it's P-Tone in the air 

Pullin' over NARCs with mad coke stashed in the spare 

Guns and all that, the NARCs said, why you dipped in all black 

Said, I'm comin' from a funeral, y'all boys can fall back 

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[Wigs] 

It's Wiganomics, I drop like a brick in the third 

And y'all fruit cake niggaz think my style's absurd 

Only the birds I blow back, Staten Island super gat 

Talk is pork, I get that money then stupid stack 

Theodore, we state of the art, you wanna keep that 

Chain around your neck, you better play your part 

Cuz ain't a damn thing sweet, like the Wonka Factory 

This the Enterprise/Theodore shit, you no match for me