[Verse 1: Keith Masters]
Nigga, all I do is go in hard
I'm getting Spacey like Kevin from my House Of Cards
And Livin' Large like T.C. Carson and Single, too
A young, black intellect from the hood - i'm living proof that
Ghosts do exist, feeling like i'm not here
The Invisible Man - poof, disappear
On my Ralph Ellison majic
Fuck being a model, cause life ain't a pageant...fuck
I'm an animal, eating these Lettuce beats like rabbits
Getting Out Our Dreams these days is a hazard
Kanye West hyperboles - i'm the Bo Jackson of Rap
Straight off the bat, flip these lines superbly
Can I get a preach? Girls be like "The nerve of me"
How I play the game, thought I must have been a cheat
Staring down death, so i'm sure to see defeat
That's the only one winning that'll go against me
Pick the forbidden fruit, dangling from the tree
Never do as i'm told, how it tempts me
Masters, long way from slavery
But they still got my back, check the lashes
Microphone gashes, fuck Jagger - moves like Cassius
Wait and see what I got in store for these bastards
Chi-town fresh to the motherfucking casket
Roses in the dirt, feeling like an Outkast and
[Bridge 1: Keith Masters]
I'm all alone in this world, but I don't mind
Cause I find, peace of mind - in my dreams i'm flying
I mean, I think it's bout time - i'm in my sixth gear grinding
You can tell how i'm feeling through these rants of mine
Recording live from a planet that's bigger than mine
And I don't even need to speak, thoughts are pantomime
And close knit like the seams on these pants of mine
Rhymes bending space and time like Eisenheim
[Verse 2: Keith Masters]
I'm tryna, reach a different version of famous
So analyze that like Harold Ramis or Chicken, they try and tame us with fiction
And fairy tales of living well with fixins
But where there's friction, there's fire - this living hell's a kitchen
That's too hot for bitching, sources of my addiction
Is booze, freedom and vixens, but nigga I stay on mission
Like soldiers stand at attention, though i'm M.I.A
Middle fingers up, halftime, fucked up play
[Bridge 2: Keith Masters]
I wanna fuck everything moving, i'm moving to the beat of a different drum, a different hum - fuck this world up with different cum, um
I'm just a ton of diamonds, sun shining
Son of my mother, sum of my parts - brain, lungs and heart
Native tongue that sparks, theories of Theology
I'm struggling with the signs of my Astrology
So Deuteronomy or Astronomy, i'm just trying to be
At the source of it all - gynecology, ah!
[Verse 3: Keith Masters]
I'm insecure about my place in life
I wanna do it all, feels like i've been wasting life
Dwelling in the DRKNSS, with no place for light
Philip Seymour Hoffman, i'm feeling off - aight?
A little awkward, I figure maybe a Boogie Night, is in the offing
Painting the walls red, I might
Just end it all, with a really special Saturday night
Become another ghost, fuck it - i'll just keep up the fight
I guess i'm driven to the death, Paul Walker on mics
So I confess, this my Undisputed Truth like Mike
I'm living life, trying to Do The Right Thing like Spike
But even being nice, in this life, comes at a price
So now i'm killing with a knife - one of life's delights
I get a Rush To The Head, Coldplay when I write
It's like a drug, i'm obsessed - can't get off the pipe
I will not backup, man, just Too Hype - i'm ghost
[Bridge 3: Keith Masters]
I'm all alone in this world, but I don't mind
Cause I find, peace of mind - in my dreams i'm flying
I mean, I think it's bout time - i'm in my sixth gear grinding
You can tell how i'm feeling through these rants of mine
Recording live from a planet that's bigger than mine
And I don't even need to speak, thoughts are pantomime
And close knit like the seams on these pants of mine
Rhymes bending space and time like Eisenheim
I'm all alone in this world, but I don't mind
Cause I find, peace of mind - in my dreams i'm flying
I mean, I think it's bout time - i'm in my sixth gear grinding
You can tell how i'm feeling through these rants of mine
Recording live from a planet that's bigger than mine
And I don't even need to speak, thoughts are pantomime
And close knit like the seams on these pants of mine
Rhymes bending space and time like Eisenheim
Ghost Of Jupiter was produced by Lettuce.
Keith Masters released Ghost Of Jupiter on Tue Jul 08 2014.