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the invisible man - mickey diamond & big ghost ltd lyrics

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[intro]
gotta read that sh*t
(i am the invisible man)
(diamond) gucci ghost, n*gga
(i am the invisible man)

[verse 1: mickey diamond]
don’t compare me to these fickle mind rap n*ggas they wack
hennessy black
you gotta proof read or rip the contract
catch a contact [not on me ?]
who wants smoke with me?
when sh*t gets funky i start spraying like potpourri
crashin waves like the open sea
eat french toast, gucci ghost receipts
carry grips into big flamin chariots
knee deep, we can’t live vicarious a sitcom and beef ’til we bury it
for high family matters like steve, karl and harriet
air the whole spot, bullets fly like a lariat
7.62’s that ease your mind if you curious
i still shoot the fair if you double dog daring us
soldiers of fortune, f*ck what its costin
when you ballin like a young larry bird back in boston
who you thought it was drippin all the sauce that you lost then?
my wordplay stunning, stone cold steve austin
put your physical form in a cold cheap coffin
lyrical white noises me and ghost speak often
remember when a n*gga couldn’t afford pink dolphin?
now my neck double dutchin’ i be gold link flossin’
yeah n*gga
big stick like the last airbender
n*ggas p*ssy with a d*ck, d*mn near transgender
my partner stashed a brick in his trans am fender
broke it down in a blender, he a four time offender
got your pockets lookin slender go outside and get it poppin like a vendor
i watch a rapper drop for legal tender
delivery fedex, shot returned to sender
(i am the invisible man)
(diamond)

check i’m trying to fluff my neck
call us geek squad cause we in love with tecs
icicles no baguettes
told the jeweler no regrets
you know how i do, kid
that’s some ryu sh*t
anytime i do spit, a flame is all you get (sho*ryu*ken!)
they payin’ me to k!ll now
my wife think i do hits
if she play her cards right she might get some new [ticks?]
white diamonds clean in my ear, that’s a q*tip
the last m&p that i copped came with a few clips
i’m finna to drop some guap at the lot, hop in a new whip
wrist got hypothermia, watch givin ’em blue lips
shootin’ with the mask off
anything inside fifteen feet i’m a splash on, you lookin’ at the new rick
i turn a rap career into a sixty second news clip
you gotta pay to ride my way, it’s like a cruise ship
don’t nothin’ sink a n*gga boat like loose lips
sit back and watch a n*gga blow, my fuse lit
i’m a clear it up now so it ain’t no confusion
it ain’t no refusin, get down to lay
n*ggas ain’t really spinnin’ blocks that just sound okay
i let this sh*t go to ground and shake
gucci ghost, n*gga
[outro]

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