Impossible

Was listening to my iTunes last night when Impossible by Wu came on. I forgot how dope Ghostface is, man. I mean, half the shit he says goes over my head, but then again, he and Rae even said they don't know what they be sayin' sometimes. But, aside from the stle of his delivery, Ghost emotes so well over a track, can even cry on a track without sounding whiny, unlike my man Freeway (who does rock, just not like Ghost); Here's the verse I was talkin' about:
"Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kemit
Don't go Son, nigga you my motherfuckin heart
Stay still Son, don't move, just think about Keeba
She'll be three in January, your young God needs you
The ambulance is taking too long
Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack
One, seven one eight, nine one one, low battery, damn
Blood comin out his mouth, he bleedin badly
Nahhh Jamie, don't start that shit
Keep your head up, if you escape hell we gettin fucked up
When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks
In Sixty-Nine, his father and mines, they robbed banks
He pointed to the charm on his neck
With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect
I opened it, seen the God holdin his kids
Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig
Plus he dropped one, oh shit, here come his Old Earth
With no shoes on, screamin holdin her breasts with a gown on
She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him
Rubbed his hair, turned around the ambulance was there
Plus the blue coats, Officer Loc, took it as a joke
Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke
Bitches yellin, Beenie Man swung on Helen
In the back of a cop car, dirty thoughts ya tellin
But suddenly a chill came through it was weird
Felt like my man, was cast out my heaven now he's here
Laid on the stretcher, blood on his Wally's like ketchup
Deep like the full assassination with a sketch of it
It can't be, from Yohoo to Lee's
Second grade humped the teachers, about to leave
Finally this closed chapter, comes to an end
He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at twelve ten"
that shit on Impossible was crazy...and I hadn't heard it in years but still reme,bered most of the words. The verse provided such a visual.
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On another note, my brother-in-law, Darnell, said that he doesn't like Common because he's too commercial. Huh??? Did I miss something here???
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