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I wanted to write this, to tell you I'm feeling so hyped up
I'm excited, so world hook my mic back up
Been feeling so lifeless, dive until you reach back up
Societies a couple hundred lives less this month
Been feeling so priceless, slow money’s better than none
I've adjusted to the sun now that it's clear in the sky
On the road to nowhere, only searching inside
In the valleys of my brain, the planes there are so wide
Whoa, I can see the world, wormholes in my mind
Such a harsh terrain, we got the aptitude to survive
I react to stimulus, my organism’s alive
Girl I'm feeling so live, divine feminine love me
I'd rather have a goddess above me
Tell your god he too ugly, tell him I'll judge me
He judged me, what's good; let's go get this money
I quit my job and it's lovely, but now my wallet is hungry, I ain’t no yuppie
Till your label discuss me, you cowboy bitches disgust me
Even with eyes like a puppy, you knew you needed to muzzle me
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Boppin'
02:36
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The liquor grows older
Sometimes she shines, while giving me the cold shoulder
Probably give her time
London in the wintertime
The sky is all right
Sunsets and crescents while I’m cookin’ more rhymes
No need for faceguard
Comin’ at you at the speed of a race car
I never waste bars I’m all green since sixteen
Straight from the dentist my teeth hurt but I spit clean
Knuckles and brains bringing scuffles and pain
Remember how rap was about hustles and gain
Now it’s straight
From Holloway to the hall of fame
Every rapper’s boneless now built on hollow frames
Ghosts need the limelight
Ghosts seize the timing & always get their rhymes right
Ghost sees the potential in your eyes
The truth it symbolizes
None of that verse rehearsed a million times
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The intricate weave of the insular me
The I that I am and the person that I’ve been
The worse that I am to myself I’m not free
Look I love you my friend, that’s word to the love you give
Lucky you live in the spaces I’ve been
Your company’s treasured I love you I love you
That’s the vibe that I’m on
Where are you from?
Hey look London is cultured plus we the MC’s who got bars
I arrived in Hackney
But finish in Tottenham beach
It’s the yard
Developing musically
We evolve as we speak, if we could control everything
Chaos wouldn’t be so sweet
The pay off never came this week
Delay gratification and bide my time
I done noting but complain this beat
Put dissonance down
Fluctuate my brain does
Deciding to speak
I got choices
Money can’t buy my soul my voice is mine
My world got shucked with the oysters
Travelling next bus down where my boy is
Chatting ‘bout now ‘bout life, ‘bout all of this
Walk before you crawl a bit
Learn the base needs, and discover the other forms
I cannot get bored
Student of the universe
I want more
I want you
That’s awe
The ones who explore themselves like an ocean floor
That’s deep so we open doors
For most us
Our distractions will close these doors
Detached by broken walls
Dilapidated the floors underneath our souls
But you’re in position to know what’s good for you
Boy what’s good for you?
Passion
Connection
Money can’t buy my soul my voice is mine
My world got shucked with the oysters
Travelling next bus down where my boy is
Chatting ‘bout now ‘bout life, ‘bout all of this
Walk before you crawl a bit
Learn the base needs, and then discover the other forms
I cannot get bored
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(Ghost)
The lonesome vandal causing cheers and tantrums
Handsome
Even when chillin’ in his sandals
Be-bop in my ear
Six drops in my beer
Sad soliloquies made skilled cops shed a tear
Wavin’ to my maker
Squint my eyes and see my savior
Fistfights got me thrown out for bad behavior
In the night still wonderin’ if I’m alive
Loud cheers and bazars so appealing from afar
Dark thoughts follow me trough the streets Manhattan
Standing with my drink with girls dressed up all satin
Trippin’ by the Seine
I only see blurry pictures
Eerie figures appear from everywhere
And worries hit ya
Hard to get a smile then
All types of moments since way back in the Mile End
A couple drinks ordered right before the place closed
Lace clothes, glass-eye witnesses, case closed
(Jugo)
Yet again with them no-life chronicles
I'm sitting back as I'm setting in my monocle
I’m crackin’ toes like I'm playing with bionicles
My mind lifted steady heavy as the chronic goes
Learning curve a rainbow
And I'm the pot of gold
Where'd he go?
I let the plot unfold
Standing in the back
He a rotten fool
The Chosen One
Setting above the frozen sun
The Young Forgotten One
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Oranjebaan (feat. LGDC)
02:09
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(Cotchei)
Un pur t'es reparti
Pour tout remporter
Mais t'es par terre et pardi
La pureté est partie
Un pur t'es reparti
Pour finir emporté
Un soir, un bordel un mardi
La pureté est partie
T'as perdu la partie
Ah quel empoté
Plus aucune empathie
La pureté est partie
Téma le but de la marquise
Téma la pute et le martyr
Téma le gus sur le parking
La pureté est partie
(Gavabon)
Le moral comme une enclume mais c'est toujours le cœur qui décide
J’prend mes démons par la taille comme dans Dirty Dancing
J’gravite autour de l'étoile jaune mon leurdi maîtrise
Aucun rayon dans la région mais j'ai l'épiderme en feu et l'meilleur millésime
(Gavabon, Cotchei, Ghosts 1 & 2)
Qui peut prétendre trouver la paix ?
Tout ce qui brille fait tourner la tête
Le temps passe et tout est à refaire
On est bon qu'à troubler la fête
(Keuss)
Fuck la pureté, vive le mélange, vive le mélange
J'allume shit,weed j'ménage mes méninges,
C'est jamais tout noir ou tout blanc quand il faut laver le linge
Mi démon mi ange
C'est l'bordel faut que je me range
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名誉を取り戻そうとする戦士
ブラックホールに預ける全身
ワープの先に辿り着いたのは
天使が届ける迷信の現実
でもそれでも足りねー
あーまたまだ足りねー
必要なのは聖なる呪い
命を吹き込む正確な間違い
計らいなしで生きてきた儚い
枷をぶっ壊す正義の塊
逆らい過ぎて結局は逆立ち
見下ろしてた光景はたちまち
宇宙の様に広がる漆黒の空に
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A-hum
01:45
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(Julia Shortreed)
Hands on the ground, to reach your mind
I’ll give my disused body
If I can reach you deeply
Still alive to see
Still alive to be inspired
Still alive to feel your love
(Joseph Wallace)
Whoa Man I been feeling so over reactive
What a bunch of theatrics
Hanging around, I’m ‘bout to go bat shit
Banging the chest like a drum
Never keep an ape for a pet
I’m about to eat the beat
And maul the fucking face of this
Get your ass out the way
Better behave, I been raving in my head
Die die paint the sky red then I woke up in my bed
But I am open-minded
Like a fractured skull
Feel like the richest man in the world
Going back on doll
Crying to the cashier
Broken in the atmosphere
Choking on the words
I was about to use to practice here
Did I dropped dead this month
Split between the hemispheres in my head
They quake when I wake up
Then dots my eyes break up
My DNA’s faceless, sick of it’s genetic make up
Ready to fill the base needs and peel away the final layers
Underneath the epidermis
You can find my prayers
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What you want for yourself ?
All this ranting and complaining ain’t good for your health
I rather hop on a plane from painting these pictures I sell
I know time is irrelevant
And I don’t got it now
And when you not up
The bitches is not around
So tell me who’s really down
And really up in my city who’s wearing the crown
You ain’t moving the crowd
Just tryna stay relevant, you ain’t hip hop
They’ll probably say the same about me when my shit drop
I’m tryna make a classic like Jay
Make my album an A
And get a bae like Beyoncé
I said I’m tryna make a classic like Ye
5 beats in a day
And end up with my own Kim K
"I’m the best" they told me that’s what I’m supposed to say
And when you’re better than these niggas they’re supposed to hate
All this counting up my fingers were supposed to break
Best things in life are free
You ain’t supposed to pay
Still can’t let these broke niggas stand close to me
I’m in my zone let it be known before approaching me
I’m in my home but I still know where I’m supposed to be
Best things in life are free, but these flights ain’t cheap
Don’t let them Off-White sneakers be the reason you can’t eat
And lately I can’t sleep
She’s sprawled out looking sexy all over my silk sheets
I’m banging on MPC pads and combing through break beats
Like who’s gonna break me
Sometimes the best support comes from people you can’t see
I used the think the best support comes from people who love me
Do I need a cosign or sign on the dotted line?
I’m still on the sidelines am I just wasting my time?
Damn am I just wasting my time?
Late nights early mornings, you know I’m still on my grind
I know what I want I could see it clear in my mind
And I know you see it too, you could hear it here in my rhymes
This is Biggie and Nas
This is 50 and Kweli
I wanna be like Pun I’ll just get bigger in time
Masta Killa, U-god, and Method, Rza, Raekwon
This is Kim and Minaj
I'ma win it regardless
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Ghost In The Tapes London, UK
Ghost In The Tapes is a musical project founded by Genshu Fukaya, who is behind the microphone and production and Samy
Abboud, multi-instrumentalist and also founder of the French electronica band M.A BEAT!.
The unit's creative modus operandi is based on collaborations with diverse instrumentalists and vocalists from across the globe with ever changing production ideas.
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