Doap Nixon - 7th Ghost lyrics

Bring the light to the dark, AOTP, yeah [Verse 1: Reef the Lost Cauze] I Self, Lord and Master I'm not a rapper The industry been in a n***a pockets, since Napster So me explainin' why I'm still grinding, I don't have to I'd sell my masters, if the cash come Cause my girl need a new car and baby need Pampers It's real sh**, y'all never know about it ask us Side jobs in retail, detail cars and ride trash trucks Never complain, we never had much The ends won't justify the means, it don't add up Rap, work, and sell dope, now that's a mash-up Kids say they wanna do this? I just crack up I tell em stay in school, fool, you need a backup [Verse 2: Doap Nixon] Aye-o I'm blowin' brown every day to keep the stress down And n***as that I seem to let 'round, they always let down So I'm building a bunch of young n***as like Brett Brown They all ballers, keeping n***as in check so when I Big up my set I'm paying homage to Pharaohs And when you hear me spit, acknowledge my vowels It's probably foul I never change the language for change It's slang written Half my life gambling heists to keep that thing with 'em Suplex mangler, but it's a cold word baby So I'm a North Face and Cumberland who*e chasin' So knuckle up or get cutted up Or smacked with the bu*t of the gun, bu*tercup For trying to f** with us Who dumb enough to try one of us? We peelin' your girl off the grill of a Hummer truck, when the sun come up Who one of us? Raise your face to the skies And watch the mortals make way for the return of the Gods Pharaohs [Hook] [x2] AOTP co*k the latch back clack clack OPG got the straps in the back pack Bodies in the trunk of the '96 hatch-back Punch you in the face, slap your man out his snap back [Verse 3: Blacastan] I'm John Allen Muhammad living out of a van Picking off bystanders with a rifle in hand I'm demented, I'm a couple cards short of a full deck I'm a liar, I'm the charismatic man in a pulpit I'm AOTP, Demigods, JMT A faith healer, healing through d**h on CD I am not a role model, you should raise your own kids (come on) I'm a dirty rap n***a with fruit flies in my crib I'm strange, I'm deranged, I'm fascinated with d**h I chain smoke cigarettes, I got terrible breath The show's almost over, only two songs left So cop a T-shirt, find the exit and step n***a [Verse 4: Demoz] Aye-o f** being a good person I'm in the hood workin' Smoking sh** to numb my pain I don't know if you could nurse him Doctors can't figure out what to do with him Once upon a time, he used to have screws in him Now Lucifer let loose in me They not used to me I'm not what I used to be I used to be a young n***a, silly state of mind Now I'm just a n***a going crazy like he facing time (uhh) I'm from the hood where the young die If you don't lay low, you get hung high n***a I lay low, and still hang high In my head, sh** only hit the fan when your man die I take a sip of this liquor inspired with hearses Nobody surviving, I smoke my weed out of Bible verses Inspire churches to sin, what? I inspire churches to bring n***as like me in, clear of my sins but [Verse 5: Vinnie Paz] Why would you ever try to be god with me? Why would you bother me, why don't you ever see prophecy? Possibly honestly, Sodom, Gomorrah atrocity Mephistopheles at the door to door, a monopoly Why would you lie to me? Why would you see the Allah in me? Am I the only one who see comedy in monogamy? I lay back, eat mozzarella and sliced swordfish Put my feet up on the table in my nice office Black mask, black millimeter, white Porsches Every single rhyme Vinnie write, type gorgeous Hahahahaha listen, Pistolero Pazzie [Hook x2]