Medley – Ghost In A Shell (Freestyle
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Ghost In A Shell (Freestyle

[Intro]

I'm just, a ghost in a shell
With goals to propel
Avoiding the hell, yo, yeah
Avoiding the hell, a ghost in a shell with goals to propel
I don't think your ready
I'm not even ready

Back in the booth in the back of the room
Back with a smack & I'm back with a boom
I attack every track & I like when it's smooth
Soothe with a tune that is suiting my mood
In a mood for a move need a suit for the moon
Leaving at noon won't be seeing you soon
Need fuel to consume, something to eat
Greed is the seed that is feeding this feast
Eating the beat I'm a beast on a spree
Life is a beach when I'm losing my reach
Hand into sand & I'm moving to sea
Confusing but free kinda new to be me
Learned from the best & I learned from the worst
Some of them cursed enslaved to their hurt
Hate is the nature to slaves of the earth

Satan your mate saved space in his hearse
He paid to your purse while I'm paving my way
Your a slave to the game I just turned up to play
You are lost on your wave I am staying awake
For curtains to raise on the stage when I say
Life is a switch on a current of days
Write down your wish or be lost in a maze
A lot on your plate so it's hard to convey
Soul into sentence I'm certain to send it
With verbs I'm a veteran broken the spectrum
Words for selection serve as reflection
Goals for those who don't know I'm stretching
Lyrical ability little more than energy
Mix it with the melody serve it as a remedy
There will never be another me maybe a Medley
Maybe an enemy ending my entity
Maybe it's meant to be
Maybe I'm mentally mentioning menacing memories
Menacing memories, maybe I'm mentally mentioning menacing memories

Verses for therapy averting a fellony
Flirt with the worst but they stay to converse
I'd rather rehearse & write in a verse till I'm right in the earth
Mining for gems in my mind to project
Truth in the booth with my intellect
Integrity I try to protect
More clarity this vibe is correct
State my intent in the page with my pen
Sage with hits I arrange all the kicks
Lost in a phase that I couldn't predict
Guess I'm a mage cause I just amaze
Even myself I am under spell
I couldn't tell, still doing well
Soul wouldn't sell [x3]


Avoiding the hell, a ghost in a shell with goals to propel [x3]

Cause I'm just right here and ...

I'm back in the booth in the back of the room, back with a smack & I'm back with a boom, back with a boom, back with a boom. [X2]

Avoiding the hell, a ghost in a shell with goals to propel [x2]

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