Ghost - PROF, Tech N9ne

What am I to do when all I really see is garbage?

They all narcissistic and harmless

Delusionally carsick

What I’m talking 'bout is all these rappers on the market

Claiming they got skill I beg your motherfuckin' pardon?

Make me wanna barge in some apartment and start arson

(Awesome)

Put a rapper body in a garden

Am I a Martian, we on the same planet?

I don’t see anybody fuckin' with me god dammit

Prof -- I been hot since Michael J. Fox could talk

I’m a genius and use my cock a lot

The last one who’s underrated who yet hasn’t made it

Anyway, mazel tov

I’m better than a midday fuck

Name a rapper man I think they suck

I’m gonna buy an old big grey truck

Watch, I’ll drive around the country with my fists taped up, yup!

Y’all a puddle of piss

Love it or not, at least I give a hundred percent

Is it 'cause I ain’t covered in tattoos?

Well sit back cupcake I got bad news

You can’t look me in the face!

Tell me you’re satisfied!

Look me in the face!

Are you satisfied?

You can’t look me in the face!

Tell me you’re satisfied!

You can’t look me in the face!

Are you satisfied?

When I listen to the radio it be like Comedy Central

I wanna be gentle, but I got to come and drop the bomb on these simples

Who honestly sent you the vomit, they promised on it

But it really gets sonically mental

I’ma be into placin' a big cannon at thee temple

Bang on 'em a lot of 'em never was hot to me

Shockingly popped awesomely profits be

Toppin' the charts, even got a Hot Topic Tee

Watch the G, pop pop give a colostomy (Damn)

I can’t kill 'em when they wack

But forreal the N9na's skill can kill 'em in a rap

The feelin' is through the ceilin' when I’m wheelin' through the trap

Dealin' music a million Tech the villain will adapt

But a lot of these motherfuckers are crap, crap

I think we should put together an app for the rappers

That don’t have a rhythm bone in they ass, a disaster

But’ll teach 'em to never thinkin' they swagger’s Alaska

When they bizzuti, wanna give 'em this Uzi

Mi scusi, did you say the way I’m speakin' is bougie?

That’s where you lose me, how pathetic can you be?

When sayin' these fools be better than me that’s a doozy!

Rap, everybody wanna try it

But the Tecca N9na flow you can’t deny it

Laughin' at a lotta rappers I can’t hide it

But it ain’t they fault, it’s the motherfuckers that buy it

You can’t look me in the face!

Tell me you’re satisfied!

Look me in the face!

Are you satisfied?

You can’t look me in the face!

Tell me you’re satisfied!

You can’t look me in the face!

Are you satisfied?

I’ve been so close

Come to think about it I’m a ghost

Some people believe in bibles

Some believe in somethin' that their eyes don’t know

So I’m about to tell you how the cycle go:

(Okay!)

I’ve been swimming uphill for a decade plus

By the time I’m done I’ll be one of the best they was

It’s like the country walkin' over a billion barrels of oil

They ain’t even found me cause of the mud

Find out Prof is a ghost that lives

With a neck like that and a rope like this

Flow like bricks

So underrated that I held my dick 'til I broke my fist

And these days, rappers’ll show up and spit on a track

Make me wanna throw up and shit on a track

Put a lid on that

Roll it up into a blunt, take a hit on that

I’m so gifted it’s like Santa’s here

I roll deep even got my grandma here

So fly, oh my I need landing gear

So bright, y’all might, catch a tan in here

Gimme your can of beer

You can tell a bandit near

I come around the sun goes blacker than a panda’s ear

You follow Captain Planeteers

I shine like a chandelier

The only motherfuckin' man in here