GHOST MODE (Sped Up)

I know you feel nothing but pride I know you'd grin to see me hide I know I smiled to hide the fact I know I tried to bring you back Stealing a person's identity appalling sure but not physically so pretty But a waste times infinity it's real to me you're the epitome of obsolete Coming up on your mind Bitch better not think about that twice (f*ck) Dead man walking Frankenstein Thought I was dead but I'm back to life Eyes blurring vision stained no pills remain Mindless games of the brain no longer can sustain I don't want it I just need it I won't flaunt it I must treat it I don't want it I just need it I won't flaunt it I must treat it You thought you could get me You thought I was friendly I hate my own family You are no friend to me You don't mean shit to me Playing these games I see I am reality I am the Prophecy I am the god Bitch over broad You hungry for bread then quit working your job Do something meaningful look at the odds I will surely shut you out no regard You can't do this You can't do that You need to shut up quit running your trap I am the buried treasure marked on the map I am the one who has learned to adapt Success is my destination I'll lead you to the x of piration Retire these liars starting the fire within me desire its getting Super tense really dense I can't go through with it Super sense substances drugs are just not my shit Lyrically sustenance I am up on my shit Killing this track Like I'm Jeff Gordon bitch Speeding this ship Like that imported whip Fuckin yo bitch Like she's a foreign chick Click Riding in the phantom lookin like Danny phantom Super speed switching lanes that's the motherfuckin standard Yuh, Aye Bitch I'm unknown Ghost mode Hit ya with the monotone Sunstone Blood bone I don't mean to impose Murder murder on the wall Bloody corpses creep and crawl Flooded rivers let it bang Bloodshot eyes vision stained I know I feel hollow inside I know I feel nothing but lies I know you talk behind my back I know you walk outside that track Feeling this misery's killing me Appealing sure but not mentally chemistry Subject of the matter I'll find you at your grave hearing nothing but laughter HA