Return of The Savage - Instrumental

In the beginning, it's time for a new chapter

Twelve more reasons to die, after the laughter

It's relevant, the legacy lives on lavash

Ghostface Killah, return of the savage

In the beginning, it's time for a new chapter

Twelve more reasons to die, after the laughter

It's relevant, the legacy lives on lavash

Ghostface Killah, return of the savage

I ain't letting nothing live, horrific the ghost risen

Stigmata scenery ill visions of being villains

The taste of blood is left on my tongue, walk through the valley of death

I see the reaper waiting with two snakes kissing

I can't believe they took my wife and my kids, it's straight Lester

Word to God, once I get em, I got em, the moments priceless

Decapitating heads like a journalist snatched with isis

I want revenge now!

Spotted one of Delucas men, at a restaurant

Eating spaghetti, drinking on Dom Pérignon

With two other goons laughing, probably joking bout the murder

I calmly approach them with the burner

When they realized the real live G was about to serve 'em

60 pieces blew through his jaw, closing his curtains

Now it's total chaos, the people running for they lives

The other cocksuckers tried reaching for their hammers

But they was slow on their draw so I blammed em

Taking they tops off like convertible dry burgundy phantom

They say the taste revenge is sweet, well let me see

Prepare the table for a feast, take a seat, and let's eat

In the beginning, it's time for a new chapter

Twelve more reasons to die, after the laughter

It's relevant, the legacy lives on lavash

Ghostface Killah, return of the savage

In the beginning, it's time for a new chapter

Twelve more reasons to die, after the laughter

It's relevant, the legacy lives on lavash

Ghostface Killah, return of the savage

Beast mode, I'm resurrected, I hear the record spinning

Early 70s, New York [?]

And I see street life, the only life I know

I see Liberty, I see the motherfucking Verrazanos

I see gangstas getting money, bitches acting funny

Stacks upon stacks, and not one nigga bummy

Something ain't right, these ain't the greedy streets of Italy

Where Logan and my seed? C'mon son, you kidding me?

Who's calling me? Who's looking for the killer with no face?

Who summoned me into this place? I need answers!

Behave chancellors, I'm a vigilante killer

No time for games and there ain't no nigga realer

Let's talk business, you don't wanna leak your own blood

State your name, before you get stretched like a rug!