Lyrics The Ghost of Kyiv - G-therz
Yo
I've
been
stashing
up
like
Redman's
dollar
box
(Yeah)
Tonight's
the
night,
so
Imma
rock
the
spot
'till
drama
pops
(Uh
huh)
And
have
the
follow
up
choke
up
like
he's
Papa
Doc
'Cause
like
atomic
clocks,
I'm
on
point,
on
the
dot
(Facts)
I'm
feeling
hot
as
Pac,
except
on
five
vodka
shots
(Brrr)
I'm
fucking
loaded,
I
don't
mean
like
a
glock
is
cocked
My
head's
in
a
different
space
like
a
cosmonaut
(Uh
huh)
Ain't
on
some
extra
shit,
I
don't
need
an
entourage
(Yeah)
I
know
my
ego's
rubbing
off
like
a
Thai
massage
(Haha)
But
bitch
I
got
the
sauce,
someone
pass
the
Mang
Tomas
(Hoy)
I'm
trying
to
push
this
product,
get
myself
the
proper
spot
(For
real)
Showing
I'm
dope,
but
I'm
not
a
con
like
Doctor
Oz
(Fuck
him)
My
competition's
going
to
hate
it
when
I
got
it
locked
(They
will)
These
birdbrains
ain't
fly
like
Oswalt
Cobblepot
(Ha)
Sounds
like
they're
losing
interest
(Oh
well)
Like
the
stocks
have
dropped
It
ain't
hard
tell
like
that
classic
song
of
Nas
Ain't
signed
to
J.
Prince,
but
I
fucking
rap
a
lot
(Uh
huh)
But
best
beware,
I'm
Barry
Bonds
in
the
batters
box
Butchering
these
beats
like
how
y'all
pronounce
my
last
name
(Come
on
y'all)
I
put
the
muscle
in,
y'all
ain't
'bout
this
calf
game
(Flex)
I'm
from
the
era
where
rappers
gotta
stay
true
(For
real)
And
if
your
style
is
jacked,
hip
hop
will
shame
you
(Yeah)
So
if
you
try
to
bite,
you
finna
get
the
steak
knife
And
that's
on
a
good
day,
so
this
is
when
I
play
nice
(Damn)
Being
a
gatekeeper
wasn't
my
objective
(Really
wasn't)
But
seeing
how
the
game's
become
is
quite
pathetic
(It's
sad)
You
can
say
I'm
always
on
the
fucking
mic
aggressive
(Yeah)
But
I
ain't
sugar
coated
like
the
blood
of
diabetics
(Damn)
You
say
you
care
for
hip
hop,
but
you
love
it
like
a
fetish
This
is
something
I
perfected
(Ho)
With
tons
of
rhymes
connected
(Uh)
So
I
ain't
going
to
drop
it
like
a
son
that
I
neglected
When
you
come
from
my
perspective
(What)
Don't
undermine
the
message
So
put
the
mic
down
(Bitch)
If
rapping
ain't
ya
forte
This
ain't
song
and
dance
theatrics
like
a
play
on
Broadway
Expand
your
fucking
palette,
what
ya
make's
in
poor
taste
I've
been
treading
underground
like
I'm
escaping
Shawshank
(Shit)
My
lyrics
dragon
fire
that
touch
ya
like
a
Catholic
friar
Always
killing
something,
hence
I'm
constantly
in
black
attire
Trying
to
get
more
bread
like
Olive
Garden
appetizers
So
many
babies
in
this
game,
where
the
fuck's
the
pacifiers?
(Damn)
But
don't
fucking
sleep
on
me,
I'll
make
you
an
insomniac
(Wake
up)
You
think
I'm
going
out
of
style
like
a
Pontiac
I
embody
rap,
my
punchlines
are
like
Ali
jabs
Meanwhile
you
just
want
freebies
like
a
slice
from
Johnny
Mac's
(Damn)
I'll
make
rappers
fear
me
like
I'm
in
a
hockey
mask
With
a
body
bag,
then
cover
up
like
Kehlani
tats
They're
clowns
in
rainbow
wigs,
cheesing
like
Tekashi
rats
(Shit)
If
I
was
testing
'em,
they'd
all
fail
the
polygraph
(Damn)
They
scared
to
death
of
an
intricate
lyricist
They
think
having
bars
is
like
kissing
bitches
with
syphilis
(Hahaha)
So
don't
be
acting
for
clout
or
jacking
the
style
Better
yet,
abort
ya
mission
like
an
accident
child
(Ooh)
'Cause
I
rhyme
like
I
put
corona
spit
in
this
mic
(Uh
huh)
You'll
feel
like
Phineas
Gage
and
I'm
hitting
the
spike
(Pow)
I
don't
want
to
fucking
hear
you
ain't
the
lyrical
type
(I
don't)
An
excuse
so
pathetic
for
the
shit
that
ya
write
(Pussy)
When
all
that
you
do
is
just
mimic
and
bite
You
don't
belong
in
rap
like
a
dick
in
a
dyke
(You
don't)
You
make
me
rather
fucking
go
listen
to
mimes
Than
your
shit
that's
as
real
as
Kylie
Jenner's
behind
This
ain't
about
physical
size,
I'm
just
sick
in
the
mind
I
put
bars
at
the
forefront
like
I'm
the
criminal
kind
Got
ya
tweaking
like
when
Nosferatu's
flickering
lights
Don't
X
the
end
of
me
like
the
liberal
whites
So
don't
make
me
pull
ya
card,
I
don't
want
to
hear
these
jokers
speak
(Fuck
off)
I
ain't
the
type
to
be
on
slow
jams
with
Jodeci
(I'm
hardcore
only)
I
burn
through
ferociously
like
I
was
smoking
trees
You'll
probably
want
to
sub
out,
'cause
Imma
roast
the
beef
You
could
be
on
black
tar,
you'll
never
be
as
dope
as
me
I
can
tell
you're
weak
inside
like
you
got
a
bone
disease
(Shit)
But
you
just
bitch
made,
so
stick
this
up
ya
ovaries
While
I'd
rather
die
a
legend
like
the
Ghost
of
Kyiv
Motherfucker
(Fucker,
fucker)
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