Aye pass that over here
Who that new nigga over there?
You know that boi? What dat boi go by?
I think his name was
Ghost in The Mix yeah
Yeah, that's nigga name right there hold up!
(Talk yo shit nigga! Yah heard!)
Back for a minute
Bout to do it again
Hit pause for an intervention
I never mentioned that I got significant passion for breaking down instrumentals like chemistry
I live by my lyrics while speaking my story
You're probably thinking "He's kinda new here to break"
Not hard to relate, hard to escape
Once you get entangled in the elements
My music see the best of it
Locked inside now see me personify for the future
Create a voice for the youth but guarantee it gets nasty
I scope and grab, hoe, toe-tag me a pussy rap-
("No Snitching")
I'm the one who's bagging
Package then ship across to the oceanic Japan
Now imagine a basket on the Shinano River like Moses
Heads of my targets too far to be seeking
Scorched from my pen, shaking the world, this is ProjectA
And most of these rappers are fragile
Would shatter under pressure from battle
Goes to show, what's on my platter
Much heavier than negative matter
Flatter much, go to action
Smell a beat it's disaster
Blaze blunts the flame dragon, career-ender for no skilled
Yeah I've been through years, shedding tears, now to make it clear
A genius that deserves to have his words put down on Genius
Give written assignments to students
Break it down for better meaning
Talk is cheap, got no time to invest
So let this be the alarm now for all of them, sleeping on me
Get to creeping on yah
So expect a visit from the Ghost in The Mix
Chorus
I got no time for you sleeping on me no
Got no time for you sleeping on me no
Got no time for you sleeping on me no
Got no time for you sleeping on me no
I got no time for it...
Time for it...
Verse 2
I learned to embrace when the rain comes
You take what you gain and I never chase where the pain comes
My...liquor's as straight as the day is long
I guess I must be sick of the same song
We viciously bark and bicker away till the day is done
I can't explain what makes you so goddamn contagious for me
In love with my indignation
I'm in love with the shit you say
Is shorty for me?
I'm gonna need you to allow me to get away
Ain't no good and I ain't no saint
I'm an artist but I don't paint so I can't make this picture better for us
Let up on me, gone and grab your fucking shit and get to stepping
Gone and take an exit
Better cut the corner left and step according
I need to respirate my breath has shortened
Yeah I learned my lesson
Poor decision and investment surely
But I ain't stressed and I ain't pressed cause I ain't finna lose my blessing for you
And no I'm never gonna let you know me
Never gonna get to close
Cause that may just expose what you're not supposed to see chosen
Never let a soul around me try and tell me they for me
All these motherfuckers phony I know
Cause I'm from 79th, that's Cottage and Stoney
Lonely nights in the cold but it molded me into gold to see what it's like to be homeless
I embrace my life as it goes, control it, own it like a role
Never let them get ahold of it
My vision is closing in and "good lordy mody" I think I might just wanna get gone again
I'm in the moment, I miss you but I'm not finna show that shit
I be rolling my issues away like...balls at the bowling pin
I ain't letting my soul up
It'll be embedded and frozen
You either did or you don't
It don't matter whether you spit or spoke
Just never choke, cause it ain't no joke when that pole is blowing up smoke and I unload
Gotta let em' know
My god, I'm sinning, I'm sorry, give me a second chance and I'm choosing repentance
I'm already dead so I'ma do anything to make a living
My hobby was spitting but I took the beat and made the rhythm
My optical for the "GHOST IN THE MIX"
-GiTM
Who that new nigga over there?
You know that boi? What dat boi go by?
I think his name was
Ghost in The Mix yeah
Yeah, that's nigga name right there hold up!
(Talk yo shit nigga! Yah heard!)
Back for a minute
Bout to do it again
Hit pause for an intervention
I never mentioned that I got significant passion for breaking down instrumentals like chemistry
I live by my lyrics while speaking my story
You're probably thinking "He's kinda new here to break"
Not hard to relate, hard to escape
Once you get entangled in the elements
My music see the best of it
Locked inside now see me personify for the future
Create a voice for the youth but guarantee it gets nasty
I scope and grab, hoe, toe-tag me a pussy rap-
("No Snitching")
I'm the one who's bagging
Package then ship across to the oceanic Japan
Now imagine a basket on the Shinano River like Moses
Heads of my targets too far to be seeking
Scorched from my pen, shaking the world, this is ProjectA
And most of these rappers are fragile
Would shatter under pressure from battle
Goes to show, what's on my platter
Much heavier than negative matter
Flatter much, go to action
Smell a beat it's disaster
Blaze blunts the flame dragon, career-ender for no skilled
Yeah I've been through years, shedding tears, now to make it clear
A genius that deserves to have his words put down on Genius
Give written assignments to students
Break it down for better meaning
Talk is cheap, got no time to invest
So let this be the alarm now for all of them, sleeping on me
Get to creeping on yah
So expect a visit from the Ghost in The Mix
Chorus
I got no time for you sleeping on me no
Got no time for you sleeping on me no
Got no time for you sleeping on me no
Got no time for you sleeping on me no
I got no time for it...
Time for it...
Verse 2
I learned to embrace when the rain comes
You take what you gain and I never chase where the pain comes
My...liquor's as straight as the day is long
I guess I must be sick of the same song
We viciously bark and bicker away till the day is done
I can't explain what makes you so goddamn contagious for me
In love with my indignation
I'm in love with the shit you say
Is shorty for me?
I'm gonna need you to allow me to get away
Ain't no good and I ain't no saint
I'm an artist but I don't paint so I can't make this picture better for us
Let up on me, gone and grab your fucking shit and get to stepping
Gone and take an exit
Better cut the corner left and step according
I need to respirate my breath has shortened
Yeah I learned my lesson
Poor decision and investment surely
But I ain't stressed and I ain't pressed cause I ain't finna lose my blessing for you
And no I'm never gonna let you know me
Never gonna get to close
Cause that may just expose what you're not supposed to see chosen
Never let a soul around me try and tell me they for me
All these motherfuckers phony I know
Cause I'm from 79th, that's Cottage and Stoney
Lonely nights in the cold but it molded me into gold to see what it's like to be homeless
I embrace my life as it goes, control it, own it like a role
Never let them get ahold of it
My vision is closing in and "good lordy mody" I think I might just wanna get gone again
I'm in the moment, I miss you but I'm not finna show that shit
I be rolling my issues away like...balls at the bowling pin
I ain't letting my soul up
It'll be embedded and frozen
You either did or you don't
It don't matter whether you spit or spoke
Just never choke, cause it ain't no joke when that pole is blowing up smoke and I unload
Gotta let em' know
My god, I'm sinning, I'm sorry, give me a second chance and I'm choosing repentance
I'm already dead so I'ma do anything to make a living
My hobby was spitting but I took the beat and made the rhythm
My optical for the "GHOST IN THE MIX"
-GiTM
( GhostInTheMix )
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