Frank Zappa: This album contains material which a truly free society would neither fear nor suppress. In some socially retarded areas, religious fanatics and ultra-conservative political organizations violate your first amendment rights by attempting to censor rock and roll albums. We feel that this is unconstitutional and un-American. Ok but she hasn't said she wants to censor she... Well wait a minute, I'm reading my warning guarantee. This is the consumer information I put on my product. Let me finish what I'm saying. As an alternative to these government supported programs designed to keep you docile and ignorant, marketing pumpkin is pleased to provide stimulating digital audio entertainment for those of you who have outgrown the ordinary. The language and concepts contained herein are guaranteed not to cause you eternal torment in the place where the guy with the horns and the pointed stick conduct his business. ODB: Introducing the Ghost Introducing the Ghost Zappa Introducing the Ghost Introducing the Ghost Zappa Introducing the Ghost Introducing the Ghost Zappa Introducing, the Ghostface Killah! No one could get iller Method Man: My peoples are you with me where you at? In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack My peoples are you with me where you at? Smoking meth hitting cats on the block with the gats Ghostface: Speaking of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life On the mic while you was kicking that fast shit You reneged tried again, and got blasted Half mastered ass style mad ruff task When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack That night yo I was hitting like a spiked bat And then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy Strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs Never shot thugs, I'm running with thugs that flood mugs So grab your 8 + 1, start flipping and tripping Niggas is jetting I'm licking off son Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang! Larry King: Our next guest is in the studio in New York. He has written his own own chapter in the history of rock music. He is Frank Zappa! Meth: Ghost Zappa Ghost Zappa Ghostface Killah. You know what I'm saying. Ghost: I just had to take these emcees through a little chamber right there. Egon: There's something very important I forgot to tell you. Peter: What? Egon: Don't cross the streams. Peter: Why? Egon: It would be bad. Peter: I'm fuzzy on the whole good/bad thing. What do you mean bad? Egon: Try to imagine all life as you know it stopping instantaneously and every molecule in your body exploding at the speed of light. Total protonic reversal. Peter: That's bad. Ok alright important safety tip. Thanks. Alright Ray take the left. Egon, take the right. Ghost: Alright I'ma set it.

Captain Beefheart: I'm a little pimp with my hair gassed back Pair of khaki pants with my shoes shined black Got a little lady walk that street Tellin' all the boys that she can't be beat Ghostface: Yo, first of all son, peep the arson Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture I hand glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant Then I react like a convict and start killin' shit It's manifested, the God's work like appliances Dealin' in my cypher, I revolve around sciences The ninth chamber leave you trapped inside my hallway You try to flee but you got clamped by the doorway No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin' While I'll be trapped by sounds locked behind loops Throwin' niggas off airplanes and the cash rules Everything around me black as you can see Swallow this murder one verse like God degree Then analyze this soundtrack with satisfaction You adapt like a flashback chain reaction Lace 'em niggas, son I'm a little pimp with my hair gassed back Pair of khaki pants with my shoes shined Raekwon: AK's black bust back like 70 MACs I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez black Ron G, you know he coincide with me see Marvelous, Menace fo' Society But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost I max the most shotguns through the nose Fuck rap, hip hop put me on top 'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit with a knot The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit Do or die shit, I'll take your lie and shit And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal, foul Four-toothed child was wild The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love kid No, I'm not doin' a bid Too much to get for what 'cause six niggas got Stuck, and the nigga chain was truck Yo fuck that, Criminology rap Speakers stay jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac' Nigga Captain Beefheart: Twenty dollar bill, I can set you straight Meet me on the corner boy'n don't be late Man in a suit with bow-tie neck Want to buy a grunt with a third party check

Raekwon: Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge Knowledgists, street astrologists Light up the mic God, knowledge this Fly joints that carried your points Corolla Motorola holder Play it God, he pack over the shoulder Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives Rapel on fakes like reflectors He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna Run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing Claim they doing the same shit we doing, fuck your union It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turn style On the alley tried to challenge God for the new vials Especially that, aluminum bat in the act Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black The Mac-10 flex white cats like Windex Index finger be sore, busting these fly scripts The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans Laying with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands We losing em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem Abusing em, rocking his jewels like we using 'em Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar Roll with the older God, build with the Son and the Star All these MC's start realizing That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's finest But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us Ghostface: Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown like taps Red and white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat Doing forever shit, like pissing out the window on turnpikes Robbin niggas for leathers, high swiping on dirt bikes Voice be metal like Von Harper radio bubble Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady champ The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners In the Philippines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings Body chemical cream, we burn kerosene The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive I slap box with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph Zooming like binoculars, the rap blacksmith Money's Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is spotless I'm Iron Man no cheap cash metal I'm steel alloy True identity hidden inside secret tabloids Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes The track hit like the bangers, in hundred watt boxes Yo jostling these cats while Little J be deli-ing Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians All these MC's start realizing That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's finest But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us Cappadona: Give me the the fifty thou, small bills My gold plate, my slang kills My Benz spills, what up Lils Murder one Dunn Killer bee stung, guess who back home Son My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe The mad-hatter big dick style, beware goons Smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs Let the Gods build, pull up the grill Check out the mad skills Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it And keep it, jiggy style of rap and watching knuckle slang Sweep it out of order tape recorder can't record my slaughter Spoil the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten High top notch, borderline rhymes is handcocked Ninety-six, my ill sound clash is still hot Get yourself shot All these MC's start realizing That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's finest But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us

Both hands clusty, chillin' with 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 read pro Son's triflin' fuck, wildflower on the cycle and Picked up the broom thought I was Michael-in' West Brighton Pool, now I'm into Iron Duels Turn nuns to Earths, Whoopi, she at Allah school Inhale break beats of Hell a-alikes propel parallel Duracell knot, you flashed a burnt cell Snap out of Candyland, kids, the old rumor is Blacks become immune and shit, we never did Like eating dead birds, trust the pharmacy over herbs Men marrying men, ill they got the urge, pulsar Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter, living off land You goddamn right, I fuck fans, king me Check, checkmate, props like the micro chip founder Neck to neck stock with Bill Gates now When we hug these mics, we get busy (busy) Come and have a good time with G-O-D (G-O-D) Make you snap your fingers or wiggle (wiggle) Scream, shout, laugh or just giggle (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 saying, saying, saying? Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in your grass, 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, get tangled Woolly hair, eyes fiery red, feet made of brass 12 men following me, it be the God staff Move, every script's like Miramax Smashed the big boy, totaled it, Wilshire and Fairfax Sun beamin', wifey on the beach sipping Zima Wu 'binos to Latinos, we love Selena Overnight, God schedules, FedEx Pretty silhouette, velvet nice, DNA scroll genetics Too hot to handle, one thought from scrambling the mandolin Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain, smack 'em, say when He rollin' up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts Yo kid, stop fronting on the grounds 'fore you get touched It's Canada Dry sess with Allah, son We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry For every blow, 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 My God, so they are killers My God, my God, so they are killers

Ghostface: Uh-huh, uh-huh, motherfucker, uh-huh Yeah, I see that, I see that All y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh? Stealing my light, huh? Watch me, duke, watch me Yo, check these up top murderers Snowy in the bezel as the cloud merges F.B.I. try and want word with this Kid who pulled out bust a shot up in the Beacon Catch me in the corner not speaking Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks Chicken and broccoli, Wally's look stink He with his man straight from Raleigh Durham He recognized Kojak, I slapped him 5, Masta Killa cracked his Heine for him Everybody break bread, huddle around Guzzle that, I'm about to throw hair on your back Since the face been revealed, game got real Radio been gassing niggas, my imposters scream they're ill I'm the inventor, '86 rhyming at the center Debut '93 LP told you to Enter Punk faggot niggas stealing my light Crawl up in the bed with grandma beneath the La-Z-Boy where you hid your knife Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails Hit the shelves at Paul's Pastry Rack Walk with me like Dorothy, try to judge these Plus Degrees, sessical Rasta fiends Getting waxed all through the drive-thru Take the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible and tell lies too I'm the ultimate, splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring Dolomite, student enroll holding it Aiyo, this rap is like Ziti, facing me real TV Crush at high speeds, strawberry kiwi As we approach your hood, the gods bail (bail!) These Staten Island ferryboats cash bail (bail!) Fresh cellies, 50 deep up in the city We banned for life, Apollo Kids live to spit the real I have a radical idea. We'll cross the streams. Excuse me Egon, you said crossing the streams was bad. Cross the streams... Not necessarily. There's definitely a very slim chance we'll survive. Ghostface: A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max Hit the racks, snatch 'em up, son, $20 off no tax Dream merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurging Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird Monday night Dallas vs Jets, dudes slid in with one hand Two Culture Ciphers, one bag of wet Heavy rain fucked my kicks up, wasn't looking, splashed in the puddle Bitch laughing, first thought was beat the bitch up Moseyed off gracefully, New York's most wanted cheeba hawk Seen the yellow brick road, I stole the pastries Same Ghostface, holy in the mind Last seen Manhattan Chase withdrew the 6-8 digit in the briefcase Rawness, title is Hell bound Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound Raekwon: We split a fair one, Poconos money, gin rummy with glare Spot the lame, bit his ear Yo, and taste a teaspoon, 300 goons, stash balloons Locked in lab rooms, hit with the Glock, spazzed in Grant's Tomb Clocked him like a patient, his stocks fall, hustle invasion Knowing now, we copped the block off The chain tri-color, freezing in velour, icicle galore Gas station light gleaming on the wall Cop WiseGuy jams, James Bond vans Niggas flipped Timbs, rock boats under water, watch clams Pose for the standoff, mad timid Hoping that the gun fall, guessing like lottery balls, yo Ghostface: Aiyo, this rap is like Ziti, facing me real TV Crash at high speeds, strawberry kiwi As we approach your hood, the gods bail (bail!) See Staten Island ferryboat, cats bail (bail!) Fresh cellies, 50 deep up in the city We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real

I'm one of those people that I'm here but I'm not here. You know what I mean? You see me but my mind be... it's gone. You know what I mean? I'm on another planet. And it's like we get so deep sometimes it's like yo man...you in space right now. You forgetting that you even in space. We don't gotta look up there to look up at space, motherfucker you in space. Gravitation is just holding you down right now. You know what I mean so we here with all the other planets B but people don't use they mind to think like that. Frank Zappa: Momma momma someone said they made some noise. The cops have shot some girls and boys. You'll sit home and drink all night. They look too weird it served them right. Momma momma your child was killed in the park today. Shot by the cops as she quietly lay. By the side of the grief she knew...

Ghostface: Psst Yo (Yo), yo-yo (Yo), yo (Five-O) Oh shit, yo (Yo, let me out), run Ayo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground The pound fell, cops is coming Running through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin' Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summons So I stopped at the second floor, ran across Cracks is fallin', my pockets is mean, clean when I vanished off Took off, made track look easy The walkie-talkies them D.T.s had, Black, they was rated PG Run, I will not give up, no, quick, flag the car down (Yo, yo, yo) Take me to— Ghost, here they come now Rrt, pull off quick, back up Hit the bitch dog, turn down Hill, light the Marley spliff Run, I will not get bagged on a rock Run, I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops Run, they amp shit, plant shit, destroy evidence Fuck a case, I'm not coming home when i'm fifty-six (No) Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks Before I let these crackers throw me in shit Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop Curve, swerve and get served, these cocksuckers got nerve Heard I was killing shit, they must got word That I told the chief of Rich Port I don't wanna merge Run if you sell drugs in the school zone Run if you getting chased with no shoes on Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns They givin' out life, like, by the tons Run if you ain't do shit, you it That next felony, nigga, is life, three-zip So, run, hop fences, jump over benches When you see me coming, get the fuck out the entrance Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns, motherfucker Aha, I might got take my shirt off (Yeah, kid) I like that one (Uh-huh, go in, go in), yo, uh Jadakiss It's task force Tuesday, the narcs is in the black car I got five hundred hundred-packs in my backyard Clear twelve-twelves that look like stuffed shells I'm cutting niggas' throats on the sales while they puff Ls Don't leave nothing unbagged, shave everything I learned from the OGs to save everything They come by one more time, they gon' hop out They two deep, and one is a bitch, she getting knocked out Then I can get rid of the pack But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that, uh Downshifting on 'em like I got gears on me Besides that, I got about five years on me (Run) Scared to death, running like I got bears on me (Run) My Timbs start feeling like they Nike Airs on me (Run) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Thruway My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way Now I'm trying to hold my hammer up, and my pants too If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do Rather it be the streets than jail where I die at And I'm asthmatic, so I'm looking for somewhere to hide at But they too close, and I got this new toast Imagine if I would've let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do Run if you sell drugs in the school zone Run if you getting chased with no shoes on Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns They givin' out life, like, by the tons Run if you ain't do shit, you it That next felony, nigga, is life, three-zip So, run, hop fences, jump over benches When you see me coming, get the fuck out the entrance Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns, motherfucker

Ghostface: I love this shit B. I love this shit B. I love nice music. I love nice beats. I love beats. Beats is like women to me. You know what I mean? You get a nice beat, you just gotta fuck it right. Frank Zappa Whoa, are we moving too slow...

Yeah bitch Aiyyo, motherfucker Aiyyo, swallow it Aiyyo we dazzle off this bloody version of 'Glaciers' Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth, swallowed his razor (wsssht) Say no more, my back be parked against the wall Trooper square holding, 'Face don't give a fuck about the law Take off the bracelets, don't get blinded by the ice Boo It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal Look at my jumper logo look familiar? It's Power (Where is he?) Yo every fine snitch knocks an inch off Eddie Bauer Gucci sneaker rockin just another form of 'Chessboxin' No cock-blockin, supreme clientele, till I'm droppin Kangol slanted, Ghost'll ran with it, hippie hung-out Club bandit never empty-handed when I brand it Mark callin Austin, Mark callin Austin down in Boston Both of them dead, cop in the loft and big chain swingin nigga, Matchbox car drivin Street whylin, Role' with the four-finger glidin Watch him, scorchin with spells and top toxin Amoxins til the stock skyrocket, Bobby Mocassin Switched from Pert Plus, escrow on the side throw in sun trust Ghost'll keep shinin til the sun bust yo word up, born-to-be right behind the curtain with her nose out Sixty center get the Rover out Featherhead heathens, teethin on mic dicks When thy said, "Let the kids die for your bread nigga!" Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out 'Who is these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out?' Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin at Allah's best, puttin on the hits is no contest NOW, who the hypest in New York City? WU-TANG! Radio stop shittin on me! [Superfly] "I got fifty men out in the street Now if they all get bitch troubles I starve Is that it? Is that what you're tryin to tell me?" Aiyyo, the moccasin money, one man behind the plate Hold it down honey-shallah rock the half man Gumby Twisted, the mime of the floods, niggaz spell drama one oh five point six llama Cosmetic classical, slum is shield, Milagro Beanfield Watch me inhale half of you, new attributes Teletronics, DBX, one sixty X Compression with the A and sharp press Extract bass in which the gooey dew drips, vanilla suckle with jasmine bits, five hundred rap battin average One taste the bowl and blow up magic, Houdini escapes from the fermenting hell halls of tragic Speaking to the First of April's, deep in the rap game Erasial, Excedrin head bredderns catch facials Side orders, one telephone for take out Stomp your man half to death rob him then we break it Get off on the ?Clove? Exit, knees dirty, chick now with low leverage, watch it how she lick the head of me Cause it's law, order today, we pay dues New Tomorrow's, Rubik's Cube money in a tube Deck the Halls, crush salary dice that's in ? hall Hey y'all Peppermint Pattie's, slum my Peter Paul Wrangler, straight laid the track when it's sag with one banger, interlude loop caused me to hang up Ticklish, Crunchberry niggaz at the flicks pissed off Standin in the rain and can't find they whips Suckers! Motherfucker! Yo Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out 'Who is these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out?' Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin at Allah's best, puttin on the hits is no contest NOW, who the hypest in New York City? WU-TANG! Radio stop shittin on me

Frank Zappa: During the fadeout of his imaginary song he beings to feel depressed now. He knows the end is near. He has realized at last that imaginary guitar notes and imaginary vocals exist only in the imagination of the imaginer and ultimately who gives a fuck anyway. Ghostface: I'm from a place where fish was made Corduroy Balleys, sportin' those Rakim K's Rakeem came High self-esteem promised me a moment in life just to wreck y'all lames Throw the TEC to your brain, puttin' the best to shame This is Theodore, best to tuck those Dana Danes See me comin' (Blaow) start runnin' and (Blaow, blaow) Ayo (Blaow, blaow, blaow) Kunta fly niggas when we walk through the party Pimp talk with the MAC strapped to our body Bartenders is nervous, 'fraid to serve us, bad service Un smacked him on purpose, you see us drunk, come and burp us Paper chasin', Starky stayed up in the makings Theodore conquer the four devils with the patience Cell phones is blowin', the crew's not available Ask 'Donna, word in the town, we the realest dudes We don't need no diamond rings All we need is a drum, like, fuck it, he can rhyme, I'll sing And in my Yankee hat, you can drop five beans And then run back to mama, like, all I know is Holla, holla, holla if you want to I'll buzz you Holla, holla, holla if you want to I'll buzz you When I walk through any function You bet your ass that the four-five'll cook, fuck your wack looks Fuck platinum, fuck, I'ma show ya'll crooks This is legit rap, I.R.S. can suck my books I'm a family man (Uh), Clan mixed with Theodore My boots hang over the telephone wires on Broad' Word to MetLife, Tony got insurance on his mics Smoke mad shit and still got endurance when he fight Both hands crusty, bank account dusty Ever say my name again, you pussy Like a angry crippled man, don't push me Don't believe the kid, listen to me Holla, holla, holla if you want to I'll buzz you Holla, holla, holla if you want to I'll buzz you Holla, holla, holla if you want to I'll buzz you Dirty told me to rock the spot (Yeah) Freak the beats 'cause the streets is raw (Go 'head) Don't believe what you see, just watch (True) Speak to the seeds, give 'em lead on jobs (Come on) Educate, keep it peace with Gods (That's right) In return, happiness in globs (Yeah) We see the future like a psychic's palm