The cult leader is back, bear witness to thy ministry

The picture of divinity without biblical imagery

A mastermind, Dr Frankenstein, electricity

Dances up your spine and brings life to the party instantly

I raise spirits like a toast to victory

Write a verse that disses you then disses me, symmetry

Look in my eyes, find the deepest reaches of infinity

Left hand comes out of nowhere to wake you up like an epiphany

Demons in my history, ghosts in my past

That visit me sound broken when their mouths open and laugh

Peter Vacmen with a proton pack that I activate

Every time the astral plane trys to remind me of my past mistakes

this is a smack in the face

From an era where classic breaks came from actual crates

But youth culture keeps evolving at a staggering pace

So who are we to try to define the genres natural state

That’s why I hate all that back in the day shit

our time is gone but we're still holding on like an abboration

So is it a figment of my imagination

If my lips keep moving after my decapitation?

rather fade away slowly like old graffiti

Rappers know I’m in the spirit world now so they can’t see me

It ain’t easy to admit, almost impossible to fathom

A lost soul balling out of control like Phantasm



Am I a ghost? Because my continence is haunted

San Fran psychotic, thought process demonic

nobody feels me but I still push product

getting bent with the skeletons in my closet

I’m a ghost



My spirite exists lost in the ether

And echoes on like reverb thru the monitor speakers

slap the grim reaper and laugh like the Crypt Keeper

I’m not even a beast - I’m a mythological creature

Off a fifth of tequila – taking shots to the head, like

Rick waking up from the hospital bed in the Walking Dead

And the zombie apocalypse is intensifying

I'm out of this world when I raise hell like Event Horizon

Jack in the Shining, come on and Gurp with me

bartender serving drinks encouraging a murder spree

My whole life I felt like some type of circus freak

Eternally stalking the earth looking for he perfect beat

I haunt the rap game like a wraith

So I came back with Max Kane to bring that bass to your face

Listen - I call your girl Fearless Vampire Killer

Cause when it comes to Bad Brains she really raises the stakes

So precise, the vapor trace that remains is cold as ice

rappers call me Casper - yeah my flow is nice, microphone

device poltergeist, out here trying to function

Captain of a ship of fools, mythical flying Dutchmen

Lost at sea, its psychologically intense got me feeling

Like Dr. Malcolm Crowe from the 6th Sense

Your favorite rapper's ghost writer's ghost writer

Off the top of the head I'm so fire like Ghost Rider


Am I a ghost? Because my continence is haunted

San Fran psychotic, thought process demonic

nobody feels me but I still push product

getting bent with the skeletons in my closet

I’m a ghost