[Verse 1: Ghost]

It's the G.Host, curing through contamination
Validation of damnation, sealed in lamination
I start to crack, hundred ton pressure of a pessimist
With 99 demons and not single exorcist
Worldwide cage like a state institution
So my every dissolution put with perfect execution
Social pollution, clouding population resolution
Ever present distortion of an evolution
I'm on that new shit, do it like Kreuger
And death is like a masked medusa with a plasma luger
How are you sir? the grim reaping, dim beacon
Homie I been creeping with masked deacons and they ain't sleeping
We at the precinct, bumping "cop killa" with rock dealers
When some pop n***a, says I'm J but I'm not dilla
Fucking ignorant. Talk big about an album but I never finish shit