Styles P - The Ghost lyrics

Spend a day with the Ghost baby Get the understandin' I'm like a shadow I'm the ghost of this sh** for all the spirits I possess All the voices I be hearin', sh** I'm feelin' in my chest I could ghost through your walls and flow through your soul When it comes to the streets dog I give this sh** my all and If I'm not grabbin' y'all, if you into signs then I'm a Sagittarius, the magician is my tarot card David is my first name but love it if you break it down I'm a real n***a, I'm a hug you if you breakin' down Styles is my last name meaning the expression of art I guess why I'm just blessed with the heart And they call me Holiday, I'm a let the blanks fill in I call myself that cause I was born on Thanksgiving 11-28-74 Snatch you, will I break bread with n***as that was ghetto or poor P. short for Peniro, that's a mixture of Robert and Al But I ain't actin' with a llama, I'm wild Here's why they call me the ghost I'm half alive, half dead, and when it's beef I bring all of the toast I'm the ghost of this sh**, I provide you fluid That'll crack the sidewalks and rise the sewers Hey yo, I can see my son in my face Am I foul cause I pray when I'm high or with a gun on my waist Gots to ride for the criminals, die for the generals My ghost'll be around for my bicentennial Y'all better do the article Cause when I'm dead I ain't really gon' die, I'm gon' break down to particles Probably too deep to blow When I sleep I leave earth and come back, y'all can't peep the ghost It's like I make n***as shiver and think I'm so deep that if water tried to listen then the rivers'll sink And y'all n***as can't walk with me, I'm on some different sh** I can't explain it but I hear the clouds talk to me It's sort of like the weed in a dutch, you wouldn't understand So I stay quiet not leavin' you much It's about time I even it up, I knock your spirit out Holiday to Ghost gettin' greasy as f** Here's why they call me the ghost I'm half alive, half dead, and when it's beef I bring all of the toast I'm the ghost of this sh**, I provide you fluid That'll crack the sidewalks and rise the sewers I vow to hold my n***as down, bust my gun, pay the bail Get the weed, get the liquor, dog I'm just a lick of styles Lyrically I'm somethin' else, hardest out of nothin' else Before you think I'm b**h you better all try to f** yourself Mr. Paniro and, mixed with a pharoe and Got cold hearted when I started movin' h**n Robbed more sh** than Billy the Kid You think you're nicer than the P you the silliest kid It's like I'm better off poppin' ya When I flow I got a formula in styles sort of like a philosipher Y'all start borrowin' lessons Cause rap without me is like the gods without the stars and the crescents I don't rap my n***as, I spit bars and baptize n***as Pull guns and k** half-sized n***as You heard about the Holy Ghost and took it for lies Next time you see Paniro just look in his eyes n***a Here's why they call me the ghost I'm half alive, half dead, and when it's beef I bring all of the toast I'm the ghost of this sh**, I provide you fluid That'll crack the sidewalks and rise the sewers