The Ghost of Tsushima

Stay honoring the code, I’m the Ghost of Tsushima

Had to switch the sword out for a nine millimeter

Dropping bombs that’ll leave your town looking like Hiroshima

Wish I was riding next to Tupac in his blue Beamer

Keefe D would’ve been dead, shot up in his fucking head

I love the bloodshed and I really hate the fucking Feds

I be writing but this shit comes right off the fucking head

I’ll never get on the stand unless I’m judging like Dredd

Enough said, all my messages get forwarded in red

Rappers getting packed out like a box of cigarettes

I hate these idiots who use the internet and claim lyricist

You used AI and your lyrics are still shit

I’m still the shit like dinosaur fecal samples

The samurai ready to grab the katana off the mantle

Japanese armor and sandals, castle lit only by candle

When I enter the ghost stance all the foes get quickly dismantled

This shit trill if you can’t catch the flow ’cause you ain’t real

I still ain’t been killed, the prophecy can still be fulfilled

I’ll cut your head off in silence while you eat your meal

Don’t text me trying to back out, there will be no secret deals

The weed gets vacuum-sealed and shipped out by FedEx

Never using poison, I’d rather get up close and break necks

Using charms but I don’t have a problem with taking respect

Like paying Elon for X, I’ll keep even the best of your ronin in check

Stay honoring the code, I’m the Ghost of Tsushima

Had to switch the sword out for a nine millimeter

Dropping bombs that’ll leave your town looking like Hiroshima

Wish I was riding next to Tupac in his blue Beamer

Keefe D would’ve been dead, shot up in his fucking head

I love the bloodshed and I really hate the fucking Feds

I be writing but this shit comes right off the fucking head

I’ll never get on the stand unless I’m judging like Dredd