"Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected..." Ghostface Killah

Winter Warz by the Wu-Tang Clan is great song. I decided to highlight Ghostface's verse although many would argue his is not the best on the song. That honor goes to Cappadona. In fact, being a Ghostface Stan aside, its kind of crazy that this gets a post before Donna's. While Cappa's is a relentless onslaught of words that pummel you into submission, Ghost works to convey his thoughts in fewer words. Making use of graphic imagery and a collection of metaphors and similes he delivers traditional, Grade A, lyrical braggadocio at its best. 



 


The whole verse reads like an interviewer sat him down and asked, "So Mr Coles, could you please explain to people why you are not the one to be fucked with on the microphone" I love the neurological, infection, nervous system theme. Just relentless.




"A hundred thousand times one, snatch up my sounds, get done
I hold a title, and here's how my belt was won, check it
Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected
Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic
You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes
My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges
Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind
With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear
So sit back and let the king explore
Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords in his name, 
Black attack's the nerve like migraines
With more game than beggars on trains, living sharp pains
Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this
You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this
Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks
A duffel bag full of guns son, dipped in black
My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture
Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster"