No Ba_21-07

straight out the wound.im .always in the mix i dont play no games and no gimmicks the look of disgrace on the docs face as he tryed to slap..me ..i pissed on his face my words on the chase for a rhyme is the case i face but realistically i know my destiny is to lay in a cemeterty so love me now or hate me more..... a fugitive on the run dash if you can if the units cant catch you no one can elauding the law for fun. a dog bark up a muck but i dont get stuck in a rut freedom is at stake day and night i think then i think some more now you see me now you dont ghost on the music post like an illusion i disapear in the mist. im the grey cloud. the goat so prolific on the flow scale .people ask me whats the deal. talking in rhymes all tne time. you must be ill what i speak is real .so pass me the weed so i can roll it up and i can get ill . Hitts from the bong just like cypress hill i roll doobies spitt loogies when i puff on it. i gott some bucks on it..but its not enough on it dress on the press the ghost in the flesh floating on point like a sillouet. stop at the liquer store for some brew. blazing on a blunt beating my chest like king kong eyes so chingy like i was from hong kong .Roll it up light it up inhale dont exhale get litt it feels like i got spider webs on my lipps lost in the world at times the nights can be so cold down below. a hooligan street vigalanty abduct you ears so you can hear my voice . look out for the case commit a crime now you on the chase.a big disgrace is the case..i m the ghost one wrong move can be your last .one bad choice now my voice make that noise .the less is not blessed practice makes perfect so now my flow got that glow on time is my ryme won't be denied when will it stop the nonstop ..struggle rise from the rubble play the game on tne road to the fame that never came.. flop to the all time low... i don't know wich way to goIm about to slaughter man well i guess you can call it man slaughter. The crew on the rise be the Paradox they be on the lit getting. it got it xibit The ghost on. A word slaughter get the holy water. exorcise my demons a word schollar..think ..pen and paper meet greet be peeking for that dollor you might send it to the fame the game obtain a name ..that get respect .break the line and i will body the rapper Straight from the gutter crawled out the clutter lookin for the dope looking for dope Lost hope lookin for the pope the rap fame Impausters..fuck them it dont matter The fact of the matter is that unless i make it a matter..it dont matter Im casper the goat in search of a note The cloud of smoke float i be the billy Dont be silly ....now really. How can. That. Be straight out the wound..ive been rocking to the beat