Holy Ghost

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