Ghost – Claymore & Mike Mass: teksty utworów, teledyski i koncerty

Claymore & Mike Mass

Ghost

Hip-Hop/Rap

Utwór Ghost został wydany 11 września 2021 przez Wave Theory/Claymore Industries jako część albumu Mass Effects 2

Szczegóły utworu

AlbumMass Effects 2

Data wydania11 września 2021

WytwórniaWave Theory/Claymore Industries

JęzykEnglish

Melodyjność

Akustyczność

Valence

Taneczność

Energia

BPM

PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Claymore

Background Vocals, Lead Vocals, Rap

Mike Mass

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Claymore

Lyrics, Arranger

Mike Mass

Composer, Arranger

Clayton Jones

Songwriter

Mike O'Halloran

Mike O'Halloran

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Claymore

Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Recording Engineer

Mike Mass

Producer

Tekst Utworu

(verse 1: Claymore)

Let’s go, so I’ma get right to it

With the flow like water that I spit quite fluid

Like a spinal disc that split with a whip-like movement

Dealing with the constant feeling that a **** might lose it//

Test me, I pop like a Tic-Tac

Then I tag ya Toe, breaking bars like a Kit-Kat

Getting your attention if I called this a dis track (distract)

I’m the Little Brother, now I’m coming for the ‘Getback’//

But shit, man, what the fuck I gotta do?

Though I’m sticking to the flow (floor) like there’s gum under my shoe?

When I’m running to the money and I’m gunning to the loot?

Only get one shot, but what a brotha gotta shoot?//

To get more money till a **** can't count the shit

And make sure that them bitches ain't counterfeit

Gotta shine bout as bright as a comet get

With my dawgs like it’s Wallace and Gromit, bitch//

Said "do I need a Coach when bitches tell me get the bag?"

Now that's a trick question, ain't it?

More ammo at you than a Smith Wesson aim

I’m just looking for a target I can test my range//

With a heat like a missile, and I seek and destroy

Take ‘em through the wormhole, let ‘em peep through the void

Gotta school of resources I need to employ

Like my name is Tempurpedic, they sleep on the boy//

Flip the flow like a Nintendo, Switch it

Then I hit foes like I’m Ben 10, go get ‘em

As I tip-toe on the kitchen floor, then I kill them slow

When the mission, the goal, finished//

Viewtiful Joe, when I Henshin-a Go-Go, baby

Flow that’s delicious like adobo, tasty

Treat me like a ticket on a toll road, pay me

Till the ladies on the stick like a pogo, maybe //

Flow be ADHD

You don’t even know me to hate me or praise me

Stick me in the oven, try to bake me like braised beef

Ain’t did nothing wrong, but arraign me and hang me//

Waist-deep in plenty of cess inside this sewer

Compressing my chest like the Heimlich manoeuvre

I be feeling depressed every time I screw up

Got me thinking shit stinks like cow manure

But a **** ain’t think with the right mind

Facebook, friends hold debates on my timeline

Bitch, I won’t leave a trace that I’ve outlined

Con-stantly looking for escape from these confines//

Think I’m lying

(bridge: Claymore)

I said that I don't need nobody

I'm about to get ghost, I don't need no body

Caught up in a net like a free throw, probably

Disappear to places where no people won't find me

(verse 2: Claymore)

Burn the track up like it’s napalm, ****

Giving **** hell, I become Shaitan widdit

Rap genocide, bitch, I go Adolf in this

Gotta **** bout to go off, A-Bomb, ****//

Little Boy to Fat Man, Nagasaki, Hiroshima

Make you sacrifice your life, kamikaze, Iwo Jima

A pair of thick thighs, put my cock up in between ‘em

I’m Like Eric B for Prez, but not “Following the Leader”

Bitch, I’m C3PO going “beep beep beep”

At this game, I’m appalled (Paul), like I’m CP3

I been getting “Top, Dawg”, like it’s TDE

Give a **** deep throat till I skeet, skeet, skeet//

Disturbed how I'm “Down with the Sick”

No Crown, that's a Vick, how I'm hanging with the hounds in the pit

Bout as hard as the ground that you hit

When I pound you with fists, this is just another round from the clip//

Word to the Spitta, I strategise to get it

Wasn't nothing given, I had to grind to get it

Moving with the wisdom of masterminds and wizards

In the dark with the spark to catalyse the–//

Cocaine cowboy, chickens for the low, mayne (lo mein)

No fake crowd noise, lit with the propane

Straight to ya scalp, prescription for Rogaine

No pain, no gain, clip that’ll go “bang”//

Now I’m riding shotgun, listening to Cobain

“Rape Me”, take heat and leave me with no brain

Heart beat slow as I bleed on the floor panes

Leave this bitch broke and needy with no fame//

Another poor **** tryna get rich

But some **** get rich then they lying in a ditch

Looking at my watch, see the time as it ticks

I been tryna run this shit, but I’m tired than a bitch//

Close my eyes, this is it// (shotgun blast)

Written by: Claymore, Clayton Jones, Mike Mass, Mike O'Halloran

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