Keith Masters - New Ghost City lyrics

Verse 1: People worry where we're headed, like chickens beheaded You better dead it, yeah I said - grab the medikit Past tense and the predicates - my wordplay etiquette is heaven sent Dilated Peoples with my Evidence, the relevance of Terrorists and Merrill Lynch and Marilyn and Mansons No worser than them Hansons, we all had our hands in When crack sells, rap k**s or rap sells crack sk**s That's ill, liberty found upon cracked bells No certainties in the future, my soldiers I solute ya If you can't beat em, join em - escaping the prosecution In the streets there's prostitution, cops is shootin' lots lootin' No retribution for boozin', in the game of life we losin' (What?) Time and minds, it's hard to rise and shine We livin' in the rough, so the diamond's hard to find And motherf**ers keep asking me, why I act irrationally Half of me's laughin', the other half's adapting This blasphemy's rhapsody, why you not on rap city? Things work so backwardly, you should be a star Spit light beams, while my themes held together like tight seams Through tight jeans - d** for rap fiends I'm clogging pipe dreams - throwing the book out Keeping lines hotter than a grill at a cook out Ghost City, look out! Memories of past mistakes Return with a vengeance...murdered victims die hard! Bridge 1: New Ghost City! New world metropolis Governmental judgment day (Governmental judgment day) Movements stay secret like the CIA, but trust me it'll be okay Baby take my hand as we move away Chorus: I Know this world isn't quite what we had envisioned Everyone's so money driven, this is no place for the living They paying for bad decisions, they prey on other's religion And you can't turn back the clock to make revisions You live in prison of mind, but you'll awaken in time And the Real World's air is much sweeter you'll find Our sixth sense is inactive, but ghosts dance at noon So watch for cold breath and the red that's in the room Bridge 2: (This is the future!) Far from Darth Vaders and soldiers that spark fazers (This is the future!) More like stark mayors and players with dark sabres (This is the future!) Ravid technology, manifested through prodigies Probing through our biology, til we become mythology (This is the future!) Sinners and repenters, rebuilding our Trade Centers Never forget, we bare-handed so we feel the splinters (This is the future!) Feels like 9/11 with constant emergency So who you gon' call to bust ghosts? Come on! Ghost City! (Come on!) x8 Chorus