JC - The Ghost (Prod. OmenXIII) | Текст песни

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• JC
• The Ghost (Prod. OmenXIII)

I’m an uncommon,
I don’t come by often
You pause like a comma
right after the trauma
I glare at this slaughter
from dropping a mortar
I’m caught in a drawer
of overrun offer
just above foster
if ya' seeking hostility
everything released
defines the epitome
the pit in me
a trip for free
vividly causin' this imagery
symmetry
now picture me

I must ascend
with unusual effects
just as my cerebellum
decides to resurrect
I grab at ya neck
if you're wearing chain
ya better off dead
I’m not to blame

I push and perpetuate the fact
that you suffocate by my respect
You will now rot displaying your talents
that are all a little far fetched

when you see the ghost
ya needa hop into your coffin
I don’t come by often

I started aligning the virus in your sight
I caused this crisis toward my delight
I can see inside your walls
right behind your iris
I make foes fall
no matter their type it’s
lame bullshit everyday
ay
so you best not come with that fuck shit in my way
orderly fatuous
ordering chaos
dark magician gone a lil twisted in his neons