I'm a Ghost

Two sheets to the wind in a taxi

Two feet to the wind in the backseat

Two beeps to the car in front of us

And one of us ending up wrapped around the chassis

Think about these rhymes and what they gave me

Sounds out this world, but a microphone and two turntables saved me

Took me around the world and bought me a home

I've seen all these other crews bank too

Not knowing all the ways people helped them

Might not ever get a damn 'thank you'

But they're sure enough gonna get 'you're welcome'

Matter of fact, I ain't leaving

I was here first and I don't believe them

I was here bursting listening to Premo and Chino and Thistin

And missing out on being there for people in person

Cause we don't sleep when we're working

We don't bleed when we're hurting

We wear our heart on our sleeve and I'm certain

That we'll feel the burden 'til we call it curtains

You feel me?...

Do you feel me?...

This that inside the core that can blind with its force

It's the writing on the wall, light it up on the porch

It's 1994, 5 mics in The Source

There's a mighty mighty roar from the crowd and of course

It's this

Do you feel me?...

Went from going through quotes in the liners

To being known for the shows on the fliers

Playing packed rooms, heading to the backroom

To cool down my face with some ice from the rider

Looking out to a crowd full of lighters

And the day those lights don't inspire us

You'll see me walking out, I'm a ghost, I'm gone

[Verse 2: Pressure]

Two sheets on a surface of water

Loose leaf writing worthless and torn up

If I could do these words justice

You'd see how much it's worth that I fought for

Every kid that never got one mention

Every little bit of love or affection

I'm done with pretending the sun is descending

And all good things must come to an end

Cause I swore to the day this is nothing more than a flawed entertainment biz

And I walk away with nothing

And let me tell you something

That's fucking more than I came in with

You feel me?...

Do you feel me?...

And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't grateful

For my life, for my friends, and for the faithful

It's been a ride, but there's been a few times

That I thought I'd lose sight when the effort was too painful

But rap gave me such inspired dream

That maybe touched my life when things

Got a little crazy, and nobody would play me

The ends that plainly justified the means

At last I can we've all been blind

It's hard to believe that all this time

That I wore my heart on my sleeve

For this art and the scene

Gonna be hard when I leave it all behind

You feel me?...

Do you feel me?...

Went from going through quotes in the liners

To being known for the shows on the fliers

Playing packed rooms, heading to the backroom

To cool down my face with some ice from the rider

Looking out to a crowd full of lighters

And the day those lights don't inspire us

You'll see me walking out, I'm a ghost, I'm gone

[Pressure/Suffa:]

Low winter sun, light the dawn in gold

I'm a ghost, I'm gone

Though when it's done night is on us all

I'm a ghost, I'm gone

Nowhere to run, writing's on the wall

I'm a ghost, I'm gone

So when it come rise before we fall

I'm a ghost, I'm gone

Low winter sun, light the dawn in gold

I'm a ghost, I'm gone

Broken and done dying on us all

I'm a ghost, I'm gone

Nowhere to run, writing's on the wall

I'm a ghost, I'm gone

So when it comes rise, rise before we fall

Went from going through quotes in the liners

To being known for the shows on the fliers

Playing packed rooms, heading to the backroom

To cool down my face with some ice from the rider

Looking out to a crowd full of lighters

And the day those lights don't inspire us

You'll see me walking out, I'm a ghost