7th Ghost

[00:01.72] Bring the light to the dark, AOTP, yeah
[00:09.65] I Self, Lord and Master
[00:10.56] I'm not a rapper
[00:12.31] The industry been in a nigga pockets, since Napster
[00:15.05] So me explainin' why I'm still grinding, I don't have to
[00:17.75] I'd sell my masters, if the cash come
[00:20.43] Cause my girl need a new car and baby need Pampers
[00:23.18] It's real shit, y'all never know about it ask us
[00:25.84] Side jobs in retail, detail cars and ride trash trucks
[00:28.69] Never complain, we never had much
[00:31.32] The ends won't justify the means, it don't add up
[00:34.04] Rap, work, and sell dope, now that's a mash-up
[00:36.79] Kids say they wanna do this? I just crack up
[00:39.45] I tell em stay in school, fool, you need a backup
[00:42.13] Aye-o I'm blowin' brown every day to keep the stress down
[00:44.83] And niggas that I seem to let 'round, they always let down
[00:47.58] So I'm building a bunch of young niggas like Brett Brown
[00:49.35] They all ballers, keeping niggas in check so when I
[00:52.95] Big up my set I'm paying homage to Pharaohs
[00:54.77] And when you hear me spit, acknowledge my vowels
[00:56.52] It's probably foul
[00:57.41] I never change the language for change
[00:59.21] It's slang written
[01:00.14] Half my life gambling heists to keep that thing with 'em
[01:02.86] Suplex mangler, but it's a cold word baby
[01:05.53] So I'm a North Face and Cumberland whore chasin'
[01:08.32] So knuckle up or get cutted up
[01:10.13] Or smacked with the butt of the gun, buttercup
[01:12.82] For trying to fuck with us
[01:13.77] Who dumb enough to try one of us?
[01:15.52] We peelin' your girl off the grill of a Hummer truck, when the sun come up
[01:19.13] Who one of us? Raise your face to the skies
[01:20.93] And watch the mortals make way for the return of the Gods
[01:23.68] Pharaohs
[01:25.45] AOTP cock the latch back clack clack
[01:26.39] OPG got the straps in the back pack
[01:29.04] Bodies in the trunk of the '96 hatch-back
[01:31.79] Punch you in the face, slap your man out his snap back
[01:42.57] I'm John Allen Muhammad living out of a van
[01:47.08] Picking off bystanders with a rifle in hand
[01:50.68] I'm demented, I'm a couple cards short of a full deck
[01:53.30] I'm a liar, I'm the charismatic man in a pulpit
[01:56.03] I'm AOTP, Demigods, JMT
[01:57.87] A faith healer, healing through death on CD
[02:00.66] I am not a role model, you should raise your own kids (come on)
[02:03.36] I'm a dirty rap nigga with fruit flies in my crib
[02:06.01] I'm strange, I'm deranged, I'm fascinated with death
[02:08.74] I chain smoke cigarettes, I got terrible breath
[02:11.42] The show's almost over, only two songs left
[02:14.17] So cop a T-shirt, find the exit and step nigga
[02:16.81] Aye-o fuck being a good person
[02:18.66] I'm in the hood workin'
[02:19.58] Smoking shit to numb my pain
[02:20.43] I don't know if you could nurse him
[02:22.29] Doctors can't figure out what to do with him
[02:24.95] Once upon a time, he used to have screws in him
[02:27.66] Now Lucifer let loose in me
[02:29.41] They not used to me
[02:31.28] I'm not what I used to be
[02:33.07] I used to be a young nigga, silly state of mind
[02:35.89] Now I'm just a nigga going crazy like he facing time (uhh)
[02:38.51] I'm from the hood where the young die
[02:40.30] If you don't lay low, you get hung high
[02:43.02] Nigga I lay low, and still hang high
[02:45.79] In my head, shit only hit the fan when your man die
[02:48.46] I take a sip of this liquor inspired with hearses
[02:51.12] Nobody surviving, I smoke my weed out of Bible verses
[02:53.83] Inspire churches to sin, what?
[02:55.65] I inspire churches to bring niggas like me in, clear of my sins but
[02:59.20] Why would you ever try to be god with me?
[03:01.91] Why would you bother me, why don't you ever see prophecy?
[03:04.64] Possibly honestly, Sodom, Gomorrah atrocity
[03:06.50] Mephistopheles at the door to door, a monopoly
[03:09.24] Why would you lie to me? Why would you see the Allah in me?
[03:11.92] Am I the only one who see comedy in monogamy?
[03:14.67] I lay back, eat mozzarella and sliced swordfish
[03:17.31] Put my feet up on the table in my nice office
[03:20.03] Black mask, black millimeter, white Porsches
[03:22.72] Every single rhyme Vinnie write, type gorgeous
[03:25.43] Hahahahaha listen, Pistolero Pazzie
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