Tech N9ne, Prof - Ghost lyrics

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 profit's 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