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Ghost Town Production

nigga 'til my arm gets tired [Solomon Childs] Thugz make the world go round, bloodhounds Body Brighton town, Now Born town Staple-town, Park Hill bloodhounds

[announcer] Mr. Len, a.k.a. Space Ghost, please commence intro Company Flow, perform, J-Treds, prepare El-P, prepare, you have approximately five minutes

in Yeah, the gallery is the beat then I... I... I... I... Yes, ladies and gentlemen We have a special guest for you this evening Ghost, you ready? Yo

See we was close, and man that's what really hurts the most See I was short of roast, if I wasn't filled with the Holy Ghost See we was kin folk, now

drive-by last week they try to pin, there's no hope Wishin' I wasn't the victim, better yet the suspect Waitin to run a warrant check "What set you from? What side of town

is good (Good) Everything is good, come on, let's go [Ghostface Killah] Goose over ice cubes, pass the O.J. Two light skinned wizzes, want Ghost, on

My outlet is full of powerful niggas Electrify ya tie, spark up the lah Keep the room dark, let me fill out my high Then slap box my ghost till one of

Moon; whilst we are weighed, we are judged, and twist in this storm like birds over sails. III I have caught the dead again: I click my eyes And there they are, mercurial ghosts

Yeah yeah, big L, Corleone My nigga C-town My big brother big Lee holdin' it down Flamboyant baby, for life We takin' over, comin' to a theater near you