Ghostface Killah – I Got Soul Freestyle (Audio, Lyrics)

Date 2021-11-29

Category Lyrics, Music Video, New Music

Listen to the brand new “I Got Soul Freestyle” by your favourite American rapper, Ghostface Killah. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Ghostface Killah I Got Soul Freestyle

Ghostface Killah I Got Soul Freestyle

New music from Ghostface Killah appears to be in the immediate pipeline. The rapper appeared alongside Raekwon for a four-hour interview on Drink Champs where they discussed everything from their beginnings in Staten Island to the hilarious feud involving Action Bronson. However, prior to the appearance, Ghost confirmed that he had a new album on the way which would be entirely produced by Kanye West and Mike Dean with a 2022 release date set.

We’ve yet to hear anything off of the album but Ghostface Killah kept his promise on Thanksgiving weekend and provided fans with some new music. “I Got Soul” was released alongside the Raekwon-assisted, “Bob James Freestyle” on DSPs. The solo cut finds Ghostface breezing through the soulful production with lavish flexes of wearing Donald Duck Gucci pajamas on the Gulf Of Mexico.

Ghostface Killah – I Got Soul Freestyle


Hey Fellas
I’m talking to you, you and you too
You guys know who I’m talking to
You’d better
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Yeah, yo, yeah, yo

[Verse 1]
Hip hop, bandit
Thick rope chains and some Stan Smiths
Forty bricks flying through Kansas
Not only do we take money man we take chances
Cigarette smoke in a room full of Cancers
Alex Trebek on [?] with all the answers
Triangular, rectangular
Twist you in a knot, bend you outta shape, then untangle ya
Bouncing off waves in Cabo
Waking up the dead but crust stuck in they eyes, yo
North Pole around my neck like Antarctica
Two forties [?] harmonicas
Rappers [?] for the cut, I’ll line ’em up
Fresh dope the boy is mine, like Monica
Front, I take off more than half of your Yarmulke
[?] giving in you would think it was Hanukkah
Tanning off the Gulf of Mexico
Pan-seared Salmon steaks and mixed vegetables
Donald Duck Gucci pajamas
Four hundred thousand the cubes is all diamonds
When in a robe I’m all on my pulp shit
Don’t run to your old love crib, when the smoke hit
I’ll have you cash app me a crib nigga
The most high take one of your ribs nigga

Soul, you got it

[Verse 2]
Cyclops mobster, pyrex pots
JFK killer in the window with a direct shot
I wanna see which [?] could dance the best
Smoother than dove but I bubble like zest
[?] day game in a minute, [?] blatantly
Mingle with the cons and the killers, they relate to me
Swear to tell a truth, that’s faithfully
Married to the game, but I don’t know where it’s taking me
Your soul will get lost in a [?]
Can’t get it back until I finish these rhymes off
Fuck you say your word is bond for?
Spongebob niggas I feel like blowing your arms off



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