Ghost Dawg Songtext
von AJ Suede

Maneuver the combo how
The blade was never a tool that I move without
Clueless nigga enter the booth using a useless snout
Mask on, scaring these stupid dogs, they calling me useless now

Flow cold, the birds begin moving south
I′ve been married to the game, time to renew the vows
Spamming punchlines in places asking
How the hell is all of these moves allowed?

Loud, but it was never that your man
Hit the target when you hear the sound
It was just his last chance before the blade that
Was wielded in hand began to come move around
The blade tends to extend due to the taste of death
The kill's getting too aroused
Mature in ways that the ancestors is truly proud


I harvest the energy no matter the way my name
Is expressed when it′s coming through your mouth
Seated in all forms that the non-
Believers thought wouldn't move a crowd
Omnipresent, every universe in this
Underground I can tap in and out of
Inevitable force of nature when the gift is used to conclude a clown
Bag your art in something durable
I insist that you use a shroud, nigga

Montana built the pat down
Kurosawa films in the background
Extra bottle of John Boot, gat sound clash rounds
Meet the blacksmith to make the mash brown
Iron fist combo
Mixed bucket, twenty piece countdown
Koi fishes tatted, long needle style traditional

Ninja gym leader looking regal but invisible
Offer up your pinky for dishonor
Ransom off your armor
And hit you with the hurricane rauner
Every single beat gets the pedigree like fools off Hennessy
Wandering the venue full of jealousy
Been the one that talent's not messing with since early text messaging
I could T9 this whole verse too
With the face paint might curse you


Barely got the curse too
Didn′t do it once this verse too
Pure cinema you′re immersed in
A world where all the worst win
On the checkered stage without the curtsy

Feeling like Ghost Dog on the roof
Little sun salutation, all of that
Giving thanks for another day
Sticking to the code
Bushido code