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Ghost of East Van by Fu

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Ghost of East Van

Hip Hop

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I’m the ghost of East Van, ridin’ through the night, Fast pace dubstep, pop lock with the fight.
I’m the ghost of East Van, ridin’ through the night, Fast pace dubstep, pop lock with the fight.
Heart of the city, fire in my soul, From ashes to stars, I’mma claim what’s mine, whole.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Every scar’s a story, every wound’s a crown, King of the block, ain’t no slow me down.
Fiends in the fall, guys hollow like graves, chasin’ that high, slaves to the crave.
I’ll flip a stack, turn a dime to a brick, keep my kicks on the track, Movin slick real quick,
Cops circle like vultures, red and blue in the night, But I’ll slip through the cracks, vanish out of sight.
Got my crew, loyal dogs in the fight, break the code, meet the shanks, send your soul to the light.
No regrets in my heart, ice cold in my stare, East fans, my throne, smoke lingering in the air.
I’m the ghost of East man, ridin’ through the night, Fast paced upstair, pop lock with the fight.
Heart of the city, fire in my soul, From ashes to stars, I’mma claim what’s mine, whole.
What’s mine, whole.
From shelter floors to the traps, hot stove.
From shelter floors to the traps, hot stove.
Poet of pain, spitting bars that explode.
They want fame, I want power, respect on my name.
Cut through lies, leave truth in the flame.
Who's to blame for the kid with a blade in hand?
Pawn in the game, trying to conquer the land.
Voice of the lost, screaming through grime.
Every rhyme's a bullet, every bar's a crime.
Ghost of Eastland, riding through the night.
Fast-paced, upstep, pop-lock with the fight.
Heart of the city, fire in my soul.
From ashes to stars, I'ma claim what's mine.
Eastman's my blood, fire in my soul.
Triple turn, crown streets, not parole.
Requiem, oh, echo through time.
From ashes to stars, this life is mine.
Life is mine.
Life is mine.
Life is mine.
Life is mine.
Life is mine.
Life is mine.