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Date Posted: 17:59:39 02/12/03 Wed
Author: slick vic low a.k.a. the lyrical leviathan
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 131.118.140.15
Subject: The Ghost

Yo paranormal paragraphs hit ya/
Verbally psychotic scriptures from the mental stability twister/
Paint the picture on a visual metaphysical adventure/
Leviathan recite wit mics like rifles at hot temperatures/
Melt down the compounds of the scripture/
Spiting adrenaline mix it wit the rhythm and iam killing em/
Just my visions like division subtract the unworthy from the worthy contender/
Rhymes multiply and cross divide currents of time/
Factored through what I revised and formed into a perfect line/
Words coincide historical, as vivid as graffiti morals painted in the mind/
Clearly no equivalent to what I spit contents murderous verbally ripping any contestants lyrical scripts, your scribbled chicken scratch couldn’t level up to one line of my exquisite penmanship, leave tracks dismantled verbal piss vandal/
Light up souls like a candle, lyrics bring spirits, eternity in a time glass take a ship/


(2x)
Yo blazing the mic/
Lyrics raise spirits in the night/
Poetic demons taking your life/
Most got possessed by his fatal sight/
Covered in eternal darkness when he would write/
Verbal poltergeist, The Ghost come to the light/




Yo words stay heat seeking while you hearing it/
Lyrically spirited when the ghost is speaking/
Continuous flaming scripts no periods/
And the sentence that I was given is endless/
A spirit trapped inside the pages of lost lyrics/
My emcee entity traveling throughout centuries/
Leave my stamp on history lyrically/
In a b-boy stance firing my weapon continuously/
Stand over the body and fire three times again consecutively/
Cold breath of death I breathe pissing on emcees eternally/
As the ghost of dead thugs travel through my artillery/
Viciously release a piece of soul when I speak/
Tongue cast spells on thee unworthy/
What absurdity for any lyricist, to attempt the feat of burning me/
Not a possibility I exempt pure poetic perfection verbally/
And preach eternity, The Ghost/



(2x)
Yo blazing the mic/
Lyrics raise spirits in the night/
Poetic demons taking your life/
Most got possessed by his fatal sight/
Covered in eternal darkness when he would write/
Verbal poltergeist, The Ghost come to the light/


Yo The Ghost chosen, spitten flames leave em frozen/
To any of your so called soldiers opposing guns recite ferocious/
Paragraph explosives, my wrath is a dosage/
Of that rap poetry most potent/
Shots hit em split em wit one motion/
Reactions worse when, I marry my verse to the track perfect/
Emcees words are worthless, take em to the battlefield five consecutive/
Real @#%$ teaching a lesson, any testing ammunition answers wit aggression/
Let they cachous dry in the desert, how pleasant, I wrote this wit the blood of a peasant/
And each quote is a blessing, wit meaning to the mic fending never resting/
Mic murderous lyrical armor quite suitable, how beautiful/
Poisonous breath giving em death wit a single touch of the cuticles/
Wit limited patience bars lock in information like cubicles/
Chosen One The Ghost, none better tongues a berretta/
Firing off at all rivals, the term power point poetry key word survival/
The Ghost/



(2x)
Yo blazing the mic/
Lyrics raise spirits in the night/
Poetic demons taking your life/
Most got possessed by his fatal sight/
Covered in eternal darkness when he would write/
Verbal poltergeist, The Ghost come to the light/

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