Holy Ghost Lyrics

Yea

Hit 'em with a liquid cannon switching up a different pattern

Weather so rigid they said and predicted it could tip the planet

Self inflicted damage

You feeling frantic a little panicked I'm still an addict

When it comes to rapping I'm in the booth like a padded room

I'm up in the addict

Yea my hoodie fabric made of woolly mammoth

I'm a bully savage

The systems crashing so we took advantage

Pushing way passed your rookie average

Get the bag I could hit the lab with no pen and pad

I'm off the Richter when I'm spitting fast

Salute to Juice Supernat Mistah Fab

Not kissing ass or licking vag

Your lyrics trash you ain't a rapper you just a rag you get no pass

You just a rash your missile crashed

I literally laugh while I'm putting on a mask my foot up on the gas

I pull up on the map for my dreams and word

Til I'm leaving earth then I put it in the past

Butchering the track murderous with rap

Push another pack serve it from the lab

Turn another path there's no turning back

Reversing all of that if we could adapt

Running on the map burning up the track pulling off your cap

From the underground made four hundred racks

Yea

Giving 'em more than just a battle rap

Touring shore to shore on a camels back

Four by four in a Cadillac

Saddle up travel back mack

Liquid swords and a battle axe

Yea I go hard and I won't stop

Plus my flow drop like an avalanche

Rain drip drip cataracts

Go under highs and over lows

Waters deep deep undertow

Overtones roll overload

Running free three buffaloes

Ultra high feeling pulverized and overdosed

Population been comatose

All awake some slowly woke

Go holy ghost

Now I'm floating by with a sober mind

Flow fortified roll overdrive

Hoverboard low override

Run it I'ma go overtime

Wrote a rhyme broke focused high

Polar bi cloak know the vibes

Below the tide soak ocean slide

Burts Tiki was the local dive

When we left they closed that was no surprise

But I had to grow and had mobilize

I imagine home with no borderlines

I'm over the culture that's globalized

Flying out now outer worldly

Two moons looking not as earthy

Two suns so I got up and early

On a journey caught a birdie

Pound of purpy down and dirty from Albuquerque yea

Round the hurdle we multiversal we silver surfing

With the illest wording spit shiny, pearly built of sterling

From a slum on the drum I was no one but now I'm worthy yea

I'm a hour early she well rounded curvy

Sour serving still rock a crowd now without rehearsing yea

Now you heard me front to back I'ma run it back

When it comes to that my flow cutting like a lumberjack

Made about four hundred racks

Giving 'em more than just a battle rap

Touring shore to shore on a camels back

Four by four in a Cadillac

Saddle up travel back mack

Liquid sword and a battle axe

Yea I go hard and I won't stop

Plus my flow drop like an avalanche

Rain drip drip cataracts

Go under highs and over lows

Waters deep deep undertow

Overtones roll overload

Running free three buffaloes

Ultra high feeling pulverized and overdosed

Population been comatose

All awake some slowly woke

Go holy ghost