ghost
I remember the night they tried to put me in the ground, Six shots in the dark, not a single fucking sound. They thought I was finished, they thought I was done, But I was just waiting for the rising of the sun. I crawled through the wreckage, I crawled through the pain, I washed all the blood off my hands in the rain. Now I’m a whisper in the alley, I’m a shadow on the wall, I’m the one who’s waiting for the mighty ones to fall. I’m a Travieso, baby, I’m a man without a face, I’m the one who’s winning every single fucking race. [Chorus] I’m a Ghost, yeah, I’m moving through the city unseen, I’m the nightmare you’re having, I’m the king of the scene. You can’t catch me, you can’t stop me, I’m already there, I’m the cold wind blowing through your motherfucking hair. Ghost, yeah, I’m haunting every block that I own, I’m the one who’s sitting on the invisible throne. (Ghost.) (You can’t see me.) [Verse 2] (Flow: Technical, internal rhyme, storytelling) I’m tracking the backing, the lacking and the stacking, I’m cracking the packing, the snacking and the hacking. I strolled through the cold with the gold that I sold, The story is gory, the glory is old. I’m watching the plotting, the rotting and the spotting, The faking is making the taking and the hotting. I’m the specter of the sector, the collector of the hector, The bullet in the wallet is the mallet of the detector. I’m a Travieso, see-through, be-you, free-you, The venom in the minimum is entering to key-you.
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I remember the night they tried to put me in the ground, Six shots in the dark, not a single fucking sound. They thought I was finished, they thought I was done, But I was just waiting for the rising of the sun. I crawled through the wreckage, I crawled through the pain, I washed all the blood off my hands in the rain. Now I’m a whisper in the alley, I’m a shadow on the wall, I’m the one who’s waiting for the mighty ones to fall. I’m a Travieso, baby, I’m a man without a face, I’m the one who’s winning every single fucking race. [Chorus] I’m a Ghost, yeah, I’m moving through the city unseen, I’m the nightmare you’re having, I’m the king of the scene. You can’t catch me, you can’t stop me, I’m already there, I’m the cold wind blowing through your motherfucking hair. Ghost, yeah, I’m haunting every block that I own, I’m the one who’s sitting on the invisible throne. (Ghost.) (You can’t see me.) [Verse 2] (Flow: Technical, internal rhyme, storytelling) I’m tracking the backing, the lacking and the stacking, I’m cracking the packing, the snacking and the hacking. I strolled through the cold with the gold that I sold, The story is gory, the glory is old. I’m watching the plotting, the rotting and the spotting, The faking is making the taking and the hotting. I’m the specter of the sector, the collector of the hector, The bullet in the wallet is the mallet of the detector. I’m a Travieso, see-through, be-you, free-you, The venom in the minimum is entering to key-you.
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