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Metaphysics
6,064
Hip-Hop/Rap
Metaphysics was released on August 22, 2025 by Mass Appeal as a part of the album Supreme Clientele 2
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Release DateAugust 22, 2025
LabelMass Appeal
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM91

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Vocals
Metaphysics
Metaphysics
Programming
Peter Rosenberg
Peter Rosenberg
Background Vocals
Ray Scavo III
Ray Scavo III
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Songwriter
Thomas Bell
Thomas Bell
Songwriter
Linda Creed
Linda Creed
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metaphysics
Metaphysics
Producer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Ray Scavo III
Ray Scavo III
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, it's Real Late with Peter Rosenberg (One-two, one-two)
Exclusive Ghostface from 2004 (We in the building, baby)
We back
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah (Go)
[Verse 1]
I get right to the gristle, like a pistol, I will twist you
It's all about my lyrics that make Starky so official
Keep it real like Imus, ladies
Love to count money, sip Goose while I play with your vagina
My bitch keep Afrin, she got bad sinus
I bet when we bein' fresh, y'all can't find us
No protection, no need to remind us
Our love is divine, you can find us in the binders
Rap **** is parry singin' like Mariah Carey
My iron is scary, g-g-gangsters get weary
I wrote "The Watch" to Barry, I'm a zombie when I'm Harry
As a little ****, kept the afro like I lived in Gary
My temper may vary, listen, money, don't come near me
Smokin' is prohibited or catch an eye jammy
'Cause really you ask me, I don't care about a Grammy
Dirt smash that shit, don't give a fuck, y'all hear me?
[Verse 2]
Yeah (Magnificent)
Yeah
[Verse 3]
I could put my mama face on the pancake box
The young kids is in a frenzy like my **** K-Dot
See, I don't need the sun, Ghost stay hot
I need them two spaceships real quick like Rae got
And I don't wear flip-flops, fuck if they Louis or Gucci
Picture me walkin' in them shits at the movies
I'm not about the feminine, yeah, yeah, I question men
Your handshake is weak, dog, your body on the estrogen?
But anyway, I put work in like a Mexican
Naughty and down with OPP like Treach and 'em
Starks brought out the robes, customized wallows
If Jesus walk with Kanye, I'ma follow
Muhammad, Moses, steppin' through Brazil customs
We still seal up the coke in the Folgers
Twelve G's of bricks from them, I'm mad focused
Need umpires to watch my base, I want workers
[Verse 4]
Yeah (Uh-huh)
Let's go (Yo)
[Verse 5]
Ayo, I got the jammy loaded in one hand
Threw a few shots at two carrots and one jam
That's how it go
I play the block like Baby Face Nelson
Dillinger, Machine Gun Kell, Billy the Kid
Straight off the head like a thousand-dollar wig
Rock climbin', snorkel on, takin' a swig
Chain on, you seen the movies how we party like Mardi Gras
Blacker than Africa, flip bricks like a spatula
Calgon, take me away
Where I can act stress-free wherever I lay
Acid rain is what I spit the way my tongue is designed
Uh-huh-huh-uh, rap **** wanna run behind
Woo-hah, I got you all in check
Power U, I get shit warm and wet
Then I slide across marble like James Brown
Then I'ma do the scarecrow and get me some brains now
Sorry
Written by: Dennis Coles, Linda Creed, Thomas Bell
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