Beware of the Stare – Song and Lyrics by Adrian Younge


Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Beware of the Stare’ by Adrian Younge. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Adrian Younge or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

He spares no one, he was forgotten
But he was somewhere
So beware of the stare of the Ghostface Killah
So beware of the stare of the Ghostface Killah

Beware, son, I got the stare of Medusa
With the rope tied around your neck, it won’t get looser
I might shoot ya, make your ass an example
You can’t f*ck with Tony Starks, get knocked, get trampled
Get hunted like a rat in a field, I hate that
Hate fake ass niggas that love to set traps
Murder the don, I’m back with a bird on my arm
Back to pillage, I rock a live grenade as a charm
I want bodies, balucas, spread into the waters
I want mothers and sons, I wanna murder their daughters
Revenge, all I see is blood in my eyes
Like the rise of your worst nightmare come alive
Ghostface Killah, let’s see who’s gonna survive

He spares no one, he’s not forgotten
Cause he was somewhere

Yo, look away, don’t stare into the eyes of a killer
Metal lungies, junkies, nigga, I pack the nine millers and thrillers
Bulletproof robes and wave caps
Revenge more, nigga, you know Ghost gone stay strapped
Hunt them down in alphabetical order
Each person that crossed me, watch the man slaughter
The butcher, the baker, the torturer, the taker
I’mma send you right back to your maker
A few extra holes, miss your soul sold to the devil
It’s the rebirth of a slave brought back as a rebel
I’m immortal, gonna kill generations of your fam
You tried to loathe my legacy away, but I stand stronger
GFK, the pain prolonger

He was a lonely man
They killed him
Cause they didn’t understand
Though his spirit possesses a rhythm
As the words on this record unleashes the Ghostface Killah