[Verse 1: Ghost]
It's the G.Host, curing through contamination
Validation of damnation, sealed in lamination
I start to crack, hundred ton pressure of a pessimist
With 99 demons and not single exorcist
Worldwide cage like a state institution
So my every dissolution put with perfect execution
Social pollution, clouding population resolution
Ever present distortion of an evolution
I'm on that new sh*t, do it like Kreuger
And death is like a masked medusa with a plasma luger
How are you sir? the grim reaping, dim beacon
Homie I been creeping with masked deacons and they ain't sleeping
We at the precinct, bumping "cop killa" with rock dealers
When some pop n*gga, says I'm J but I'm not dilla
f*cking ignorant. Talk big about an album but I never finish sh*t