Lyrics:
Styles P The Ghost In The Machine

[Styles P] Yeah, yeah, Ghost, hah Feel the kid, y'know? Ghost in the Machine nigga, time to come clean nigga Wanna touch the kid bring your infrared

[Intro] S.P. this where it started at, on the microphone? Rip a nigga, make him scream (Yeah Poobs, let's get him nigga) [Styles P] Beats to the rhyme

"Don't push the Mario man!" [Styles P] (In my hood) E'rybody sayin fuck 50 (fuck him) That he don't really want a buck fifty (uh-uh) Listen dawg, Banks

[Styles P] Yeah (yeah, D-Block) We ain't gon' talk this much this year, "Time is Money" nigga We'll talk "After Taxes" (Sheek Louch) There's a science

[Styles P] Kings lose crowns, teachers stay intelligent That's what KRS said The Ghost nigga, time is money Double R, D-Block Poobs let's go If it's

[Styles P] Yeah, yeah, Ghost, hah Feel the kid, y'know? Ghost in the Machine nigga, time to come clean nigga Wanna touch the kid bring your infrared

[Styles P] Yo Poobs! Ghost.. Poobs turn me up my nigga Time is money, Double R D-Block, shit's real Nigga it's the Ghost off the M.B. I breathe off of

they turn vegan What the fuck you gonna do? Come and see Ryu I'm like a sniper Sittin' on Machine Shop's roof S.O.B. style Demigodz hold me down So keep

I'm not fat then again my shit is so fat fans let your shot's fly (PLOW! PLOW! PLOW!) Swift and changeable no style, be Rock style Not foul, but play