the stars. Fall forever in the dark. Neurons backfire in the onrush of data. Endless orgasm supreme. Joining of flesh with fiber and steel. Lovers, the ghost
're doin' detailin' Screamin' like a banshee When I pop that clutch Errybody hear me comin' Cuz I rattle that trunk Girls comin' atcha Don't let the ghost
my mic paints the picture Topic synergy mixed with exotic imagery I'm the conductor of this cosmic hypnotic symphony So witness me, dancin in the spot brah, The ghost
reaching out from Never Never Land? The kingdom of the blind, the damned; a bitter man; an also-ran. The ghosts of unborn children stretch their hands and clutch
victim of your love And now I'm banging on your door Tumbling backwards with your love Over and over with your love I know they're only ghosts and memories That I'm clutching
[announcer] Mr. Len, a.k.a. Space Ghost, please commence intro Company Flow, perform, J-Treds, prepare El-P, prepare, you have approximately five minutes
I spit the potent, uncut, raw, my mind is pure ferocious Like a shark, I tear you open, cut you blood in my ocean My pen it ghost people, like dope needles
again New Amsterdam it's become much too much Till I have the possession of everything she touches Till I step on the brakes to get out of her clutches
Intro: Raekwon, Ghost So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup
I put my life on it And as I reach into the sky, the devil and the angels just pass me by I put my life on it Like a drowned man, clutching at straws
Ikon the verbal Hologram aka Vinnie Paz] Biophysical Biosphere; Witchdoctor unlocked the cobra spitting venom I adhere! I stand here with the hearts of the Meek I bring pain, camel clutch
when it's time to rock I speak out - my voicebox peak out at a hundred watts who wanna cipher, I get dumb word to my mother, the Father, the Holy Ghost
buried me I dropped my wish And now as love's true ghost lies dying I'll raise my fist and victory Never allow this pain, its clutches into me. Hollowed
Your ideology reeks with the hate of self you confuse with pride in race, in your sterile version of utopia, I see four million graves. There are ghosts
's time to rock I speak out my voice rocks peak out of one hundred watts Who wanna cipher I get dumb Word to my Mother the Father the Holy Ghost and
heat out, ammunition in crate's Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place I'm sensing niggas is defenseless I'm hitting fence's then getting ghost
that make your hotty stare I keep a shotty near It's the nigga with notty hair who Gotti fear Tracks I'm know to roast Until the microphone is ghost Props
the sinners Or pray with the reverend? Tell the truth I did a little of both And ain't no telling where I'm going Till my body's a ghost And we sing