G.Host

[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 shit, 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 nigga, says I'm J but I'm not dilla Fucking ignorant. Talk big about an album but I never finish shit