No Face (Explicit) - Ghostface Killah/Ye/Dennis Coles/Lamont Porter/Thomas Bell/William Hart

Composed by：Kanye West/Dennis Coles/Lamont Porter/Thomas Bell/William Hart

Produced by：EZ Elpee/Backpack

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Started in the kitchen

Started in the kitchen

Kitchen kitchen kitchen

Watchin' good times and what's happening

And all that good ****

Good **** **** ****

Eatin' oatmeal shoutout you Zion Zamir

That's right

They asked me where I get my soul from

From from from from from

Let's go

Let's go go

It used to be

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Jackson 5 **** 5 **** 5 ****

This is it

Yo uh huh right yeah

Ayo niggas wanna clap me

Monkey see monkey do

I'm comin' with black gloves

To snub his old chunky too

African gold dentals

Iced out medals

I seen niggas get murked by the heels of stilettos

I blam one nigga

And watch the other die by the echo

I had dots on darkskin niggas

That look like freckles

Pay homage my Islamic

My wrist timeless

I threw up rhymes in my Campbell's soup

I seen in my vomit vomit vomit

It's a world premiere 'mere

I limp when I'm draggin' to Saudi

It's down to here here

Holdin' bricks where where

My man got eighty-five to life

And that's years years

Same day he spit at the judge

And threw a chair chair

Over large cake cake cake

You know it's on checkmate-mate-mate

You can get spun spun

Just like a mixtape-tape-tape

Plus we take down your squadron

We mobbin' we goblin

Just a kid with a no face

Face face face

That can take form just like a snowflake

'Flake 'flake

No reusable hammers

They all throwaways-ways-ways

Yeah we can get blammers and hammers

Do damage and

Me and ghost in a ski mask

Ski mask ski mask

I was chillin' there layin'

Chilean like sea bass

And nobody was askin' her

P***y don't even fix your lips

Like labiaplasty-a-plasty-a-plasty-a

Welfare got all the bread

I'm sad I need some head

I might tell you you the one

While I'm hittin' it

'Til I post-nut cum to my senses

I tried to meditate

I tried to medicate medicate

She had two phones

Thought she was Kevin Gates

Kevin Gates

She was lyin' 'bout it

Lyin' 'bout it

Then she came clean

I was so mad

I **** ** her so hard

She came clean

Got that new rrrrt

It's a may-bay-bay

She got that new bag

It's a chay-nay-nay

I take it too far

I take it way-way-way

I pull up cougar out a ca-a-age

Over large cake cake cake

You know it's on checkmate-mate-mate

You can get spun spun

Just like a mixtape-tape-tape

Plus we take down your squadron

We mobbin' we goblin

Just a kid with a no face face face

That can take form just like a snowflake

'Flake 'flake

No reusable hammers

They all throwaways-ways-ways

Yeah we can get blammers and hammers

Do damage and

I'm like a nobu street activist

Flooded with shines shines shines

Jackson 5 before Motowns

I get better with time time time

Run up in the big gambling spots

Cockin' it back

I'm talkin' Agnes Agatha Jermaine and Jack

Jack

VVS's on custom watches

That's made from scratch

My birthstone is like a Easter egg

An emerald fact

My flawless game

Floor seats in the glass it came

It's a glass of July sun

Beat the odds in Vegas

We shook the coke for the big lumps

And the Pyrex strainers

Ran up in housing who had work

We disguised as painters

Pop like **** *** with fake asses

That leak like drainage

Our language too much money

We can't explain it explain it

Explain it explain it

Over large cake cake cake

You know it's on checkmate-mate-mate

You can get spun spun

Just like a mixtape-tape-tape

Plus we take down your squadron

We mobbin' we goblin

Just a kid with a no face face face

That can take form just like a snowflake

'Flake 'flake

No reusable hammers

They all throwaways-ways-ways

Yeah we can get blammers and hammers

Do damage and

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I'd like to thank all the MC's across New York

New York New York

Bronx Brooklyn Harlem Harlem Harlem

Queens long island island island

No face

Givin' birth to pretty tone out here

In staten island

Face

We be wildin' nigga

No face

That's right right right

Writin' these rhymes in red ink nigga

With the red light on

Face face face face face

Cornered back in the days you heard

You heard

Forty ounce kingpins nigga

No face

Word

No face

Those were the days and ****

Face face

Gettin' that money

Wu-Tang for life yacht city

Face

No no no

Holla at me

Holla at me

Call me or somethin' nigga

Face face

One one

Fosho we dirty in this here

We done murdered this ****

Face face

RIP RIP

Face face

No face

**** outta here

No face

No face

No face