Nov 18 2009
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A god on the mic
in honor of Rakim’s new solo album, a couple cuts
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Peace God
It’s been a long time
I shouldn’t of left you
Without a strong line
To wreck you
Think of how many cold nights you slept through
Time’s up
I’m sorry I kept you
Fiending for this
Pure cocaine bliss
No cut
No filler
No preemie condom shit
No arm and hammer
Or benzo for sale
Just pure fishscale
White as hell
The Ghost ain’t no joke
I move the crowd so well
Peace god to Rakim
For giving me the shell
-Ghost Writer
Nov 04 2009
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Painted Black
This close to the institution
Did anyone else see that?
Wait a lifetime for retribution
Did anyone else hear that?
Speak and shoot free like the constitution
I want it painted black
Take that house on Dryden
And turn it into a trap
Replace the good memories inside it
With violence, bullets, blood and sex
Every nice thing I said about you
I take it all back
And I will take your top off
Like ashing a cigarette
-Ghost Writer
Oct 24 2009
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Wrought Iron Railing
Creep down the stairs
Look over the wrought iron railing
Fish tank gurgles and glows
The sound of the wind wailing
As it blows past the house
Moves trees about
Welcome upstate
Where it’s always nasty out
And the weather changes
As much as my mood
The fury that was born
In the house where the fish tank broods
Will show its face to you
Unstable emotions
Will raise more hell
Than the wind and aquarium commotion
That used to wake me up and yell
Have me downstairs as a child
Keep pushin buttons
I’ll smoke you like a Black & Mild
Your plastic tip skull busted
-Ghost Writer
Oct 09 2009
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Dominos
Thick wet sound
As scarlet seeps on the ground
A scuttling crawling puddle
Forming a halo around
Somebody who got up
And had to be laid down
Like dominos on a table
Cuban men gather around
-Ghost Writer
Oct 01 2009
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