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Ghostface has a new album, Ghostdini: The Wizard of Poetry in Emerald City.

You know how he likes to throw one or two R&B-style womanizing/coke rhymes on each album, like "Save Me Dear," "Big Girl," or "Child's Play"? You probably don't. But Emerald City is a whole album like that. You should check it out.

Of particular note is "Stapleton Sex," the raunchiest new song I've heard since "Get Low," but it's much more cerebral, along the lines of "Put It In Your Mouth" or "Gangster of Love." Two and a half minutes of coital smack talk including my personal favorite, "This ain't no R&B dick, this hood/My slow jam dick is on Thursdays." I can't wait to use that one.

If you haven't figured it out yet, Ghostface is my second favorite interview (after Charles Oakley, natch). Here's a few snippets from an interview about the new album over at The Smoking Section, the entirety of which I suggest you read when you get a chance:

TSS: Let’s say someone comes across the album in the store not having a clue what was on it. Because you know you can’t miss that green cover. Where would the music take them from a blind buy?

Ghostface Killah: It’s more mature and it’s more grown. It’s just another stepping stone for me but it goes in the archives for Ghost. And you know, I’ll catch n***** back on the other shit, street shit, whatever, whatever, whatever. Cuz I tell n***** like this: I’m a grown man B. I can’t be 25 years old all my life. There’s other shit that I wanna do. And if my fans can’t grow with me, then this album is not for you. You don’t have to buy it, you don’t have to listen to it. Just leave it alone. I’ll see y’all on the next shit.

It’s like a baker baking cakes and he come out with this red velvet shit, but n***** is so used to lemon cake, they don’t wanna fuck with the red velvet. They be like “Yo, yo, he coming out on some other shit, can’t get wit’ that.”
But it’s like, nah n****, when I come back to hittin’ that lemon cake, y’all n***** can get a slice of that shit. But right now, we puttin’ out red velvet.

TSS: And you proceeded with the album even though you
said it may cost you some fans…

Ghostface Killah: Yeah, but you know what? It’s like if I lose some fans, y’all n***** was never my muthafuckin’ fans anyways. Because only a real fan can understand you as a person. Like Mary J. Blige for example. When she [made] No More Drama, muthafuckas was trying to diss her and diss her album, talkin’ bout it’s not What’s The 411? But Mary
stopped wildin’, and being in clubs and doing drugs and all that other shit she was doing. She became a woman. And to this day, now those muthafuckin’ fans wanna try and act like they understand her now. Now they wanna be on her dick again.

And you never know man; these fans right now, they young fans… a lot of these n***** is knapsackers. And with me doing this album, questioning me and shit, I’m like “How do y’all n***** don y’all girl?” First of all, do y’all n***** got a girl? Because you not gonna understand these situations and what the fuck I’m talking about if you ain’t got no girl or ain’t never been through shit. Because on [Wizard Of Poetry] I ain’t just talkin’ no lovey-dovey smoochy shit. I’m talkin’ bout me getting a bitch pregnant…losing my muthafuckin’ girl! And my girl was the good girl! She was the one who stood by me, going to jail when she telling me to chill. NOW I’m pleading her for and shit like that. I did my girl so dirty, now I gotta another n**** wearing my robes, spraying my cologne, playing my CDs in his boxers in my muthafuckin’ crib. Now I’m lonely, on the outside lookin’ as lonely than a muthafucka. My kid tellin’ me “Yo, daddy! This n**** like his eggs well done and we watching surround sound on your shit!!!”

TSS: (Laughs!!!) I mean it does happen…

Ghostface Killah: Yeah, and don’t get me wrong, I still got the shit where I’m throwing my dart at the females — you know how us n***** do, we still shoot our gift and game and all that. It’s just all situations on some grown man shit.

G:TB: on some grown man shit. We puttin’ out red velvet. And we ain’t just talkin’ no lovey-dovey smoochy shit, we're throwing our darts too.