's narrator, the Ghost, ha ha ha ha ha This is a true story ladies and gentlemen You might not believe it though But fuck it, thats why I'm the ghost
The way we push through equivalent to rocket thrust Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes Quick to quake a label-mate The sound came outta rusted crate Surrounded by
Man lives in a sun lit world of what he believes to be reality But there is unseen by most, an underworld That is just as real but not as brightly lit
ancient books of war Bonded in stainless steel, stripped of their language Still survived the anguish of slavery but still remained nameless Separated to portions and tricked by
, yeah, what? You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me Ghost and Sigel, P-89 and the Eagle Get stretched by the skinny or
father, son, spirit and the holy ghost But my whole neighborhood is comatose Lookin' for survival The devil made you a slave and he gave you a bible 400 years gettin' our ass kicked By
an' the Holy Ghost But my whole neighborhood is comatose Lookin' for survival The Devil made you a slave an' he gave you a Bible 400 years of gettin' our ass kicked By
friends danny broke his neck he was driving home from sirens when he got into a wreck first i cried for him and then i cried for me haunted by the ghost
, an 't let it go. oh, no, hold on, now can i get a witness, shout hallellujah. amen, now fear that the holy ghost, make your move soon ya. smoothe, i
the boy was thinking The picture was an old collage of something classical The model with a tragic air Because without a doubt he'd given up the fight The ghost
Raise your family of ghosts and spirits, Sir, we really need to drink from your wine. And yes, your skeletons in the closets (might I bring a few of mine
've searched the Holy Books I tried to unravel the mystery of Jesus Christ, the Saviour I've read the poets and the analysts Searched through the books
It's a holy place if you see things that way Then they rattle the bones and the analysts play From his backward collar on a worn out book Another working
've searched the holy books I tried to unravel the mystery of Jesus Christ, the Savior I've read the poets and the analysts Searched through the books
Dropping Names (Take PCP) He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
where I lay it down like a bird givin birth So call me Lu the giant's goose or just, Faberge paint Til I'm called back to the shore by the watchers of
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up Down in the state of South Carolina The song had been written and recorded by a man named
mind? Oh there's insufficient evidence Of what just might come after But sometimes out of nowhere There's demented sounds of laughter Are we all haunted by the ghost