Run from the ghost
alt rap, east coast hip hop, hip hop, underground hip hop, rap, rapping, fast rap, trap, 808, 808's, trap beat
Run from the ghost
alt rap, east coast hip hop, hip hop, underground hip hop, rap, rapping, fast rap, trap, 808, 808's, trap beat
Lyrics
Verse 1 - Delivery is staccato, clear, and deliberate. Low energy, high intensity
I wake up.
Same sound. (Ay)
World turning.
Merry-go-round. (Wait)
Same siren.
Same ground.
Shoes on.
Door locked.
I ain't looking back, I watched the block get chalked. (Yeah)
I watched the minute hand spin.
I watched the innocence end.
Cycle start again.
I’m out.
Chorus - Driving, heavy beat returns
Run from the ghost. (Run)
Doing the most. (Ay)
Run from the past.
Make it all last. (Yeah)
Burn like a star.
We know who we are. (We know)
We don’t stop.
Until we drop.
We don’t cease.
Until we peace. (Rest)
Loudest in town.
King of the sound.
(Woah.)
Don’t make a sound.
(Woah.)
Verse 2 - Beat strips back to a single piano note repeated. Flow is conversational, almost bored but threatening
Look at the clock. (Tick)
Look at the wall. (Tock)
Wait for the weekend.
Wait for the call.
Homie got 5.
Homie got 10.
Moving too slow.
Here we go again.
Nowhere to go but the liquor store.
Nowhere to go but the corner store.
Spirit is low.
Ego is tall. (Levitate)
Chorus - Driving, heavy beat returns
Run from the ghost. (Run)
Doing the most. (Ay)
Run from the past.
Make it all last. (Yeah)
Burn like a star.
We know who we are. (We know)
We don’t stop.
Until we drop.
We don’t cease.
Until we peace. (Rest)
Loudest in town.
King of the sound.
(Woah.)
Don’t make a sound.
(Woah.)
Verse 3 - Acapella for the first 4 bars, then heavy drums kick in. Rhythmic breathing focus
Friends outside.
Got nowhere to hide. (None)
Police scanner.
Radio wide.
Turn it to max.
Volume and tax.
No turning back.
Fade to the black.
Fox News say we dying here.
I say we just flying here.
Running the street.
Cleats on the concrete.
Gone.
Chorus - Driving, heavy beat returns
Run from the ghost. (Run)
Doing the most. (Ay)
Run from the past.
Make it all last. (Yeah)
Burn like a star.
We know who we are. (We know)
We don’t stop.
Until we drop.
We don’t cease.
Until we peace. (Rest)
Loudest in town.
King of the sound.
(Woah.)
Don’t make a sound.
(Woah.)
Outro - Instrumental fades into a scratchy funk sample, suddenly cuts off
(We gon' be alright.)
(Yeah.)
Outro - Instrumental fades into a scratchy funk sample, suddenly cuts off
(We gon' be alright.)
(We gon' be alright.)
(Yeah.)