Ghost Town - Alpha Omega

(Ghosts and ghouls. The things that haunt and fright

As you have already read in the newspapers

A most amazing discovery has been made in this

Most peaceful of countries)

Welcome to the ghost town (x3)

Neph

This is the Renaissance of rap

West coast back in action

Charles Bronson, Ronsin, Tortures are passive

Still old fashion.

On the rocks that is my passion

Orange oil aroma, sweet just like these actors

No passes.

Get burned to ashes.

Light it from Athens

Godly, legend in the making, it’s no hobby

Smash your arts and crafts

Dust devils, desert Mojave

Oasis flow fresh spring water

.

Splash your faces.

Wake up

If your sleeping, get woke eyes wide shut

Peak into the scope and notice the frame rust

We building story by story around form the ground up

Lonely in ghost town where most to remain stuck

Alive, just plain luck.

When the signs posted, they wanted me

Snup like tucked in the cuffs

Axe on my back, a black stallions first kick.

It hit a nerve

Neph

Dark rider, holding an urn

(That ends the first of what I can only call the tape recordings

The technicians are threading another spool into the machine

And simply we’re here to see the part of this amazing

Voice from the past (voice from the past)

Hit 'em P!

Prevail

A thousand bright, white lights illuminate night skies

They form a semicircle with perpendicular lines

Your vernacular falls deep into my, elliptical yet unpredictable

My alphabetical comprehension is a mechanical invention

My direction inclined, while you on downslope

Bound ropes, levers and pulleys

I’m like Khaleesi with some dragons and a thousand unsullied

As a kid I was bullied, but now I fire breathe heat

Live wire leviers and annihilate rhyme sheets

You sidewinders ain’t venomous, still chew concrete

Spew lava rocks, molten chalk, stand atop a Pompeii

Lock the doors, shock the ocean floor and block the walkway

Hunger Games, mocking jay, beat up headphones, Dr Dre

Feed on vermin like a bird of prey, so call me osprey

Bomb bay doors open wide, drop topics on obsolete province

Burning eyes like formaldehyde, yeah!

(That ends the second recording. There is an increasing air

Of uneasiness here in the hall.

I notice that the lights have been turned up

brightly and the scientists seem to have taken to looking behind them (looking

behind them)

Welcome to the ghost town (x7)

It’s a ghost town

Welcome to the ghost town

Welcome to the ghost town