Lettuce - Ghost Of Jupiter lyrics

[Verse 1: Keith Masters] n***a, all I do is go in hard I'm getting Spacey like Kevin from my House Of Cards And Livin' Large like T.C. Carson and Single, too A young, black intellect from the hood - i'm living proof that Ghosts do exist, feeling like i'm not here The Invisible Man - poof, disappear On my Ralph Ellison majic f** being a model, cause life ain't a pageant...f** I'm an animal, eating these Lettuce beats like rabbits Getting Out Our Dreams these days is a hazard Kanye West hyperboles - i'm the Bo Jackson of Rap Straight off the bat, flip these lines superbly Can I get a preach? Girls be like "The nerve of me" How I play the game, thought I must have been a cheat Staring down d**h, so i'm sure to see defeat That's the only one winning that'll go against me Pick the forbidden fruit, dangling from the tree Never do as i'm told, how it tempts me Masters, long way from slavery But they still got my back, check the lashes Microphone gashes, f** Jagger - moves like Ca**ius Wait and see what I got in store for these ba*tards Chi-town fresh to the motherf**ing casket Roses in the dirt, feeling like an Outkast and [Bridge 1: Keith Masters] I'm all alone in this world, but I don't mind Cause I find, peace of mind - in my dreams i'm flying I mean, I think it's bout time - i'm in my sixth gear grinding You can tell how i'm feeling through these rants of mine Recording live from a planet that's bigger than mine And I don't even need to speak, thoughts are pantomime And close knit like the seams on these pants of mine Rhymes bending space and time like Eisenheim [Verse 2: Keith Masters] I'm tryna, reach a different version of famous So an*lyze that like Harold Ramis or Chicken, they try and tame us with fiction And fairy tales of living well with fixins But where there's friction, there's fire - this living hell's a kitchen That's too hot for b**hing, sources of my addiction Is booze, freedom and vixens, but n***a I stay on mission Like soldiers stand at attention, though i'm M.I.A Middle fingers up, halftime, f**ed up play [Bridge 2: Keith Masters] I wanna f** everything moving, i'm moving to the beat of a different drum, a different hum - f** this world up with different cum, um I'm just a ton of diamonds, sun shining Son of my mother, sum of my parts - brain, lungs and heart Native tongue that sparks, theories of Theology I'm struggling with the signs of my Astrology So Deuteronomy or Astronomy, i'm just trying to be At the source of it all - gynecology, ah! [Verse 3: Keith Masters] I'm insecure about my place in life I wanna do it all, feels like i've been wasting life Dwelling in the DRKNSS, with no place for light Philip Seymour Hoffman, i'm feeling off - aight? A little awkward, I figure maybe a Boogie Night, is in the offing Painting the walls red, I might Just end it all, with a really special Saturday night Become another ghost, f** it - i'll just keep up the fight I guess i'm driven to the d**h, Paul Walker on mics So I confess, this my Undisputed Truth like Mike I'm living life, trying to Do The Right Thing like Spike But even being nice, in this life, comes at a price So now i'm k**ing with a knife - one of life's delights I get a Rush To The Head, Coldplay when I write It's like a drug, i'm obsessed - can't get off the pipe I will not backup, man, just Too Hype - i'm ghost [Bridge 3: Keith Masters] I'm all alone in this world, but I don't mind Cause I find, peace of mind - in my dreams i'm flying I mean, I think it's bout time - i'm in my sixth gear grinding You can tell how i'm feeling through these rants of mine Recording live from a planet that's bigger than mine And I don't even need to speak, thoughts are pantomime And close knit like the seams on these pants of mine Rhymes bending space and time like Eisenheim I'm all alone in this world, but I don't mind Cause I find, peace of mind - in my dreams i'm flying I mean, I think it's bout time - i'm in my sixth gear grinding You can tell how i'm feeling through these rants of mine Recording live from a planet that's bigger than mine And I don't even need to speak, thoughts are pantomime And close knit like the seams on these pants of mine Rhymes bending space and time like Eisenheim