Why are you frightened Can't you see that it's you? That ain't no ghost It's a reflection of you Why do you turn away An' keep it out of sight? Oh, don
Übersetzung: Jam. Ghosts.
There's more inside you that you won't show But you keep it hidden just like everyone You're scared to show you careit'll make you vulnerable So you wear that ghost
Why are you frightened can't you see that it's you That ain't no ghost it's a reflection of you Why do you turn away an' keep it out of sight Oh don
: The mind is grey,... like the city Packing in and overgrown Love is deep,... dig it out Standing in a hole alone Working for something,.. that we can
: Looking out and I'm wondering where I am While I'm stuck in the daily traffic jam I decide to get out and leave the car behind me Everywhere there
The Leak I'm shittin like all of my mystique I know it sounds fucked up and it deserves a little tweak But this is everything I am, am, that I cram, jam
boys! (Dirty hoodlums!) This one's for them boys! (Hustlin!) [Esham] This one's for the ones that making cheddar, that fetty, all about they hussle Make a def jam
voice behind me saying... "Hi, baby" Ohh I just fell all apart inside Because I hadn't heard that voice in such a LONG time I turned around... [Ghost
duck! Rae up in the shower singing Son don't know that it's real Coming looking like he about peel something In a tight jam, red down, matching like santa
a little taste The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!" .. "There's no love to be found" [Cappadonna] Cappa' slide through with the Ghost
N Grind (Bump N Grind) Now that's what my man say Sometimes I lay in my bed, and I dream of bein hand-fed I made the jam, with my man, about the _Homiez
gain for the efforts that he makes? I contemplate the task 'The Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away' Thy horse is a spirit waitin' me near they graves A ghost
my Homies?" Leave it to y'all, these niggas left for dead Last week my man swore he saw Special Ed Rap is like a ghost town, real mystic Like these
But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks and kick my little raps cause I thought niggaz wouldn't understand And now in every jam I'm the fuckin
bust shot til the beef settle, forget me not City nights get a nigga hype, scar of life Send em back now we Poltergeist, ghost, tell em who the number
