How a Transformer proved to me today what I already knew... Nobody can touch Ghostface

So my man Tyson brought up how he was able to watch some old Transformers episodes on Youtube last night. We dropped some character names and here is how my path of breaking down an old RZA lyric brought on this post.

-Tyson brings up the Transformers movie-

-I say I think that Omega Supreme was introduced in that movie-

-He brings up another giant sized character named Unicron-

-This instantly reminds me of the RZA lyric that I never knew the reference for from the track "Impossible."

"A space night like Rom, consume planets like Unicron/Blasting photon bombs from the arm like Galvatron"

-Which reminded me of Ghost's lyrics in that same song. Fucking beautifully sad story that he seems to be almost weeping through. I still get goosebumps hearing it.

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 Lough, 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 tarts are tellin

But suddenly a chill came through it was weird

Felt like my man, was cast out my heaven now we share

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