(Snippet: “Ghost Love Score” – Nightwish)

Verse 1:

It’s time to meet your miracle host, the empirical ghost
Stacking bodies not toast, dealing stamps like the post
Always ready to roast rivals with my ridiculous flows
Straight hell fire pierced with tears of ice cold
Poised to prove I got the boldest lines of prose
Getting wowed now by oldest rivals, the biters and hoes
I’ve paid my dues, learned to lose, battled foes
Rows and rows of those wannabe rapper clones
Strike my victory pose every time I dance on another one’s nose
Course this cat don’t mean to boast but poetically I’m the most
Hopeful young mind signed to this game coast to coast
Yet money doesn’t appeal, sealed the contract, I’m sold
I do it for the underground, my sound, fuck the rolls
I’m walking on coals, you might as well fold or catch a load
This dynamite plight cause havoc and fright, watch me blow
I’m a whole shoal of sharks, don’t want a bite, take the whole
Doing laps around victims like flocks of angry crows
Yeah chance chose me, the devil knows me, we used to be close
Now he’s cringing at the threat I pose, my power shows
Shit, I must be all world’s pavement the way I’m touching souls!
Uh oh…

(Beat: “Grave Shift” – Anno Domini Beats)

(Scratching: “Something ghostly this way comes”)

Uh…that’s right you heard, now the tables have turned
Murmurs and rumours being stirred, but it ain’t that absurd
It’s the truth I surged evil and straight went berserk
I done flirting with death and the devil on my turf
Left half of my face and my rage on the curb
But ya can’t lay me to rest when the grave gave me birth
Turned me into a verbal perv and I’m churning these words
Already learnt all there is to learn, my shadow lurks
Sick as a germ, stirring illness ya best concur
Don’t need herbs, just a pen until all my terms are heard
With skills so divine I’m toking holy water and myrrh
I’mma rise to the skies, flirting with the limits like a bird
Purging this game, straight savage and wild
Flew above the rest, Munich city’s only golden child
Bodies piled, throw fate’s dice, twice, straight snake eyes
For the venomous spits I prise, your shit will never suffice
Cos borderline nice won’t prevent ya demise
I practically breath these lines, ready to conceive gory rhymes
As the state of linguistics vies the Emperor’s rise
Wise as Confucius I spell my prized rhymes and despise of ya petty jives
Spell-binding and enticing, tussle with me and pay Ghost’s price
They told ‘em lies now I’m hear and kicking to set the record right
Pass the flyer, GE’s here and fired, up, up way higher
Top of the spire, I don’t admire dire liars with more faces than Mike Myers
Scrub out the real rappers from the by-standers and criers
In this game ya couldn’t come close to godly if you were a friar
You’re the asphalt, I’m the tire, I roll over you way flyer
You ain’t having a good year hoe, I heard it through the wire
It’s clear you near me and I’ll rips ya worse than a rose briar
I don’t admire rippers and biters, so please do me a favour and retire

(Scratching: “Something ghostly this way comes”)

Uh oh… ready to jump and flow, I bump and go, always keep it pumped
I boss around like blond secretary’s on a manager’s stump
The common hater has a fraction of my skill like a denominator
And though I’m moody I try to be a smooth G not a newbie terminator
Doubtless, my acceleration is incredible, the mic in full vibration
Extra issue: Ghost’s iteration puts the whole game in gyration
Patience, the occasion will be spoilt if you toil with this full body sensation
So get your notation on rotation for the inevitable loss of information
My nation to nation vexation is flaming, call me an aberration
It’s a probation, pure rap adulteration, vital like fuse-box ventilation
Breaking of convention, an elation, I filter society like light titration
As darkness carries my secret ploy like the victory-riddle of Troy
Deploy this wooden horse on ya block with secret hidden joy
I’m Castor Troy, a fated fresh face infiltratin ya hood
I creep and reap, ya fast asleep still thinkin it’s all good
Cue the emperor lose his temper n wrap ya dome like a hoody
Don’t fuck with me, my factory’s about to stich more ‘G’s than Gucci
Holy shit… I’m insane rockin mind grain like I was every brain’s bane
I must be Citizen Kane the way I rock the show, my flow brings pain
My mic and me? Inseparable, they call us Tarzan and Jane
McClane antics, fools diss me and die hard, get pierced like cold rain
Killin unseen if need be, feed the needy with a killer’s keen
Emperor reach into your ream, snatch ya soul with a beam evil gleam
Nothing’s what it seems when I lyrically rip spleens
Place heads on guillotines with an inbred, kin fed murder gene
Leave the curb’s sheen at the murder scene, I work clean
Strike critical like the A-team exposing more flesh than a gay dream
Dump crap rappers in the endless sea of mainstream
I expose drama queens when I’m rightly nightly deemed hip-hops dean
Like morphine, illusion, mass-confusion, exodus everybody’s fleein
I’m plasticine: plant bombs, bursting temples and veins like creatine
Norateen rock-hard, don’t start, I’m meanin on those tryin to intervene
Ghost’s a lean, mean killing machine, and I’m here to blow shit to smithereens

(Explosion)

Reign of the Emperor and his minions has only just started
And all those who still don’t get it just must be musty and retarded

(WHOOOSH)

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