Ghost

[Prof:] What am I to do when all I really see is garbage? They all narcissistic and harmless Delusionally carsick What I'm talking 'bout is all these rappers on the market Claiming they got skill I beg your motherfuckin' pardon? Make me wanna barge in some apartment and start arson (Awesome) Put a rapper body in a garden Am I a Martian, we on the same planet? I don't see anybody fuckin' with me god dammit Prof -- I been hot since Michael J. Fox could talk I'm a genius and use my cock a lot The last one who's underrated who yet hasn't made it Anyway, mazel tov I'm better than a midday fuck Name a rapper man I think they suck I'm gonna buy an old big grey truck Watch, I'll drive around the country with my fists taped up, yup! Ya'll a puddle of piss Love it or not, at least I give a hundred percent Is it 'cuz I ain't covered in tattoos? Well sit back cupcake I got bad news [Chorus:] You can't look me in the face! Tell me you're satisified! Look me in the face! Are you satisfied? You can't look me in the face! Tell me you're satisfied! You can't look me in the face! Are you satisfied? [Tech N9ne:] When I listen to the radio it be like Comedy Central I wanna be gentle, but I gotta come and drop the bomb on these simples Who honestly sent you the vomit, they promised on it But it really gets sonically mental Imma be into placin' a big cannon at thee temple Bang on 'em a lot of em never was hot to me Shockingly popped awesomely profits be Toppin' the charts, even got a Hot Topic Tee Watch the G, *Pop* *Pop* Give a colostomy (Damn) I can't kill 'em when they wack But forreal the N9na's skill can kill 'em in a rap The feelin' is through the ceilin' when I'm wheelin' through the trap Dealin' music a million Tech the villian will adapt But alot of these motherfuckers are crap, crap I think we should put together an app for the rappers That don't have a rhythm bone in they' ass, a disaster But'll teach em to never thinkin' they' swagger's Alaska When they bizzuti, wanna give 'em this uzi Mi scusi, did you say the way I'm speakin' is bougie? That's where you lose me, how pathetic can you be? When sayin' these fools be better than me that's a doozy! Rap, everybody wanna try it But the Tecca Nina flow you can't deny it Laughin' at a lotta rappers I can't hide it But it ain't they' fault, it's the motherfuckers that buy it [Chorus:] [Prof:] I've been so close Come to think about it I'm a ghost Some people believe in bibles Some believe in somethin' that their eyes don't know So I'm about to tell you how the cycle go: (Okay!) I've been swimming uphill for a decade plus By the time I'm done I'll be one of the best they was It's like the country walkin' over a billion barrels of oil They ain't even found me cause of the mud Find out Prof is a ghost that lives With a neck like that and a rope like this Flow like bricks So underrated that I held my dick 'til I broke my fist And these days, rappers'll show up and spit on a track Make me wanna throw up and shit on a track Put a lid on that Roll it up into a blunt, take a hit on that I'm so gifted it's like Santa's here I roll deep even got my grandma here So fly, oh my I need landing gear So bright, ya'll might, get your tanning here Gimme your can of beer You can tell a bandit near I'll come around in circles blacker than a panda's ear You follow Captain Planeteer I shine like a chandelier The only motherfuckin' man in here *Gasp*