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[ 𐎔𐎧𐎼𐎍𐎟𐎎𐎼𐎍𐎊𐎜𐎏𐎎𐎼 ] Ghost in the wiring finding the timing inside of the static Phantoms in the trap moving weight through the dark on a low-key mission Hit and run, jack the code division, tactical warfare unload Cloaking the server while the clip dumps data in a tactical rhythm 2 shots, one hit him, a quick decision of life and death, keep your breath Spirit in the chamber moving silent while the op loses vision Double-fisted, two Magnums, 1 in the chamber, the other in case I smash a dirty later Spooky with the iron while I spin the block and shadow the witness The crowd scattered and ran like fitness Hollow tips haunting through the set when I’m standing on business Relinquish to status where the bad asses are born, one from the fire, the other the madness ] Apparitions in the kitchen whipping heat till the ghouls turn to savages Yeah they got but can't challenge us, the flow cold steel stainless never rust Eclipsed the competition while I drip in chrome and never lose the luster A bitch I never trust her even when I lust her to her eat custard Wraith in the sheets but I vanish the link before the play gets cluttered Mother fucker did I stutter, now muster the power and blast these busters Reaper on the trigger while I smoke the clique and leave the busters dusted Spread out like mustard, white or white breaker, Florida cracker, I ain't right in the head Poltergeist through the Gulf while I paint the map and leave the opps for dead Code red, color crimson in my eyes, do or die then we ride Specter in the trenches while I blur the whip and let the spirit slide down and on to the side and redesign my maneuver, 80 miles an hour, back to the future Teleport through the dash while I flip the script all my soldiers I salute ya RA SER RAH!! [Pre-Intro] [Intro] [Verse] [Bridge] [Pre Chorus] [Chorus] [Final Chorus] [Outro] [Guitar Solo]
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[ 𐎔𐎧𐎼𐎍𐎟𐎎𐎼𐎍𐎊𐎜𐎏𐎎𐎼 ] Ghost in the wiring finding the timing inside of the static Phantoms in the trap moving weight through the dark on a low-key mission Hit and run, jack the code division, tactical warfare unload Cloaking the server while the clip dumps data in a tactical rhythm 2 shots, one hit him, a quick decision of life and death, keep your breath Spirit in the chamber moving silent while the op loses vision Double-fisted, two Magnums, 1 in the chamber, the other in case I smash a dirty later Spooky with the iron while I spin the block and shadow the witness The crowd scattered and ran like fitness Hollow tips haunting through the set when I’m standing on business Relinquish to status where the bad asses are born, one from the fire, the other the madness ] Apparitions in the kitchen whipping heat till the ghouls turn to savages Yeah they got but can't challenge us, the flow cold steel stainless never rust Eclipsed the competition while I drip in chrome and never lose the luster A bitch I never trust her even when I lust her to her eat custard Wraith in the sheets but I vanish the link before the play gets cluttered Mother fucker did I stutter, now muster the power and blast these busters Reaper on the trigger while I smoke the clique and leave the busters dusted Spread out like mustard, white or white breaker, Florida cracker, I ain't right in the head Poltergeist through the Gulf while I paint the map and leave the opps for dead Code red, color crimson in my eyes, do or die then we ride Specter in the trenches while I blur the whip and let the spirit slide down and on to the side and redesign my maneuver, 80 miles an hour, back to the future Teleport through the dash while I flip the script all my soldiers I salute ya RA SER RAH!! [Pre-Intro] [Intro] [Verse] [Bridge] [Pre Chorus] [Chorus] [Final Chorus] [Outro] [Guitar Solo]
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