Yo this is Mc's Reaper aka ghost, it's time that i'm claimin my name/
u see me sittin' on my thrown where my kindom'll rein/
battler, battlist, mixin' hits, spittin' sh#t/
flippin' scripts, kickin' tricks, whip it wit, slippin' bit#h/
i'm the otha botha, lova hutta hit her studda voice'll flutta/ im from the lots and the block keep it hot in- the, ghost- town/ I stay on top make it pop, watch you drop- on the post- ground/ who wanna battle ginst authentical- metephoical -lyricist/ If you think u can win you aint really hearin this. Battle for beef/ we could handle wit streets, I neva play fair wit a bat to ya teeth/ you be whistilin' fa years with a gap in ya teef
Im a dog, a thourogh bred, but i ain't a moth@fuc#kin pit/ i'm that dog up in the fog it be that ghost'll get u hit/