[Spoken Sample]
Ghosts and the ghouls. The things that haunt and frighten
As you have already read in the newspapers, a most amazing discovery has been made in this most peaceful of countries
[Scratched Sample]
Rap is like a ghost town, real mystic
Like these folks never existed
[Prevail]
Welcome to the ghost town (x3)
[Verse 1] Neph
This is the Renaissance of rap
West coast back in action
Charles Bronson, Ronsin, Tortures are passive
Still old fashion. On the rocks that is my passion
Orange oil aroma, sweet just like these actors
No passes. Get burned to ashes. Light it from Athens
Godly, legend in the making, it's no hobby
Smash your arts and crafts
Dust devils, desert Mojave
Oasis flow fresh spring water
Splash your faces. Wake up
If your sleeping, get woke eyes wide shut
Peak into the scope and notice the frame rust
We building story by story around form the ground up
Lonely in ghost town where most still remain stuck
Alive, just plain luck. When the signs posted, they wanted me snubbed like tucked in the cuffs
Axe on my back, a black stallions first kick. It hit a nerve
Neph [?]
Dark rider, holding an urn
[Spoken Sample]
That ends the first of what I can only call the tape recordings
The technicians are threading another spool into the machine
And shortly we'll hear the second part of this amazing voice from the past (voice from the past)
[Neph]
Hit 'em P!
[Verse 2] Prevail
A thousand bright, white lights illuminate night skies
They form a semicircle with perpendicular lines
Your vernacular falls deep into my, elliptical yet unpredictable
My alphabetical comprehension is a mechanical invention
My direction inclined, while you on downslope
Bound ropes, levers and pulleys
I'm like Khaleesi with some dragons and a thousand unsullied
As a kid I was bullied, but now I fire breathe heat
Live wire leviers and annihilate rhyme sheets
You sidewinders ain't venomous, still chew concrete
Spew lava rocks, molten chalk, stand atop a Pompeii
Lock the doors, shock the ocean floor and block the walkway
Hunger Games, mocking jay, beat up headphones, Dr Dre
Feed on vermin like a bird of prey, so call me osprey
Bomb bay doors open wide, drop topics on obsolete province
Burning eyes like formaldehyde, yeah!
[Spoken Sample]
That ends the second recording. There is an increasing air
Of uneasiness here in the hall. I notice that the lights have been turned up brightly and the scientists seem to have taken to looking behind them
[Prevail]
Welcome to the ghost town (x7)
[Scratched Sample]
Rap is like a ghost town, real mystic
Like these folks never existed
[Prevail]
It's a ghost town
Welcome to the ghost town
Welcome to the ghost town