Yeah? Yeah. Ghost

[Part 1, GHOST]

I murder the game, premeditated 

Light the flame, raise the bar, levitated

Asked me where I got it, I gotta tell em "I made it"

I'm loving what I'm doin, but some body's gonna hate it

And I don't give a crêpe , excuse my French, 

I know I'm the best, stole the crown, stood up, stood out from all the rest

Some of you rappers' lines look like something I digest

Act like you're solving problems, well guess what? I wrote the test

Man, don't test me. Try and copy my flow, you can't best me

Warren Buffet better come invest in me

Cause I'mma make the old status quo rest in peace

Ain't no peace in the middle east

Ain't no peace in the middle east; I ain't scared of no enemies

I get me energy from my “inner g”, so my only enemy is my “inner me”

You better recognize, but first you better cognize

I catalyze my own enterprise. Do you know what that implies?

Not by chance; this was all designed

Clothes, shoes, watch, this was all designed

You better watch that throne, cause I'm getting mine

Kanye you can't reach this, real divine

You a side dish, and it's dinner time

I always go hard; you must not remember: HAMnesia

You rap with no feeling: Anesthesia

But enough of that, I didn't come to chat

I came to represent; I'm a diplomat

I came to reform, never conform

My cousin thought they'd never for him

"Mightier than the sword? Yeah right"

They put him in the pen. They were right

They told me, "Write a pop hit I can sing along with."

I couldn't write that kind of music so I wronged it

Cole said, "play the game to change the game"

But I don't play games, I don't want fame

I want to stay the same, don't want to say my name

Don't want champagne, don't want cocaine, no disdain

I ain't in a gang, I don't make it rain, I don't wear a chain

No pop hits, no "live-long" hits, no bong hits, none of that...

[Part 2, GHOST]

Fight, perservere, get better, succeed, become a pro

Yeah I'm a pro with these verbs, cause all I spit is proverbs

Critics used to call my music "stereotypical"

Now they play my music on their stereo, typical

Call it "ideological" if you want, but your ideas aren't logical

And I don't care about your philosophy. Philosophy? What a pseudoscience

If they actually made any money, I'd sue the science

Just playing. I wouldn't even consider it

Truth be told, I'm not that considerate

I'm going all in. It's all or nothing

I hope it's not all for nothing

It may seem like I'm babbling, but I'm just dabbling around these thoughts

Tied up inside of me, let 'em loose like they were knots

I've never been arrested, but sometimes

I feel like a prisoner in my own mind. I feel like a vegetable behind these cell walls

--a prisoner in my own mind. I feel like a vegetable behind these cell walls

Einstein with these raps though

They can't get "E"nough of me, I swear. I'm like your favorite "MC", only "squared"

The best of the best, living or dead, real or fictional

The rest are the rest, singing them love songs, yeah I bet you're real affectional

It's more like an affliction though, because all you really love is money

This is the truth, it ain't fictional. No joke, but it's still kind of funny

How priveleged upper class citizens are so dependent

 don't even know what day-to-day is

I'm in, deep in it; I don't even know what day today is

But I know it's not a day of the weak

And I'm not Greek, but I'm Apollo

Yeah, the God of Sun, chosen like the Son of God

And some day, you'll all be speakin'

Cause when it's Sun-day

You'll all see that it won't be a weak end.