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Chorus:
I’m the one they hear but don’t see
They try to break the spirit, but I’m already ghostly
And everybody fear, that’s why they won’t approach me
Won’t approach me

Verse:
Spoken within the graves, floating between the greats
Hope is within my grace,
I stay focused so no Hokus Pokus in the face
I stay poker in the face
Never show my hands cuz there's jokers in the way
And you know I am the ace
Run em over, no blockades
Until the day, that the Ghost is in the driveway
or I’m whipping out the haunted house in the Wraith
Been a hothead like the Ghost rider
But I calmed down and went Keanu
Even the road rocky like a grotto
Others fold like origami
I keep that paper coming in pronto
Art of War - I’m Picasso
The Hitman like I got a barcode
And my soul - is not for sell
But the women gonna want me like some new nails
or a new bag
Treat me like the ghost, yall get the toe tagged
Chorus:
I’m the one they hear but don’t see
They try to break the spirit, but I’m already ghostly
And everybody fear, that’s why they won’t approach me
Won’t approach me

Chorus:
If you get one shot, you better make the most
I’m headed to the top, with a great approach
They call me MAD, cuz I’m dedicated (aye!)
I think they MAD, cuz I’m dedicated (aye!)
They call me MAD cuz I love it (aye!)
I get em talking, I’m the master of puppets (aye!)
The strings - the only thing that I’m cutting
When it comes to my craft, nobody can touch it!

Verse:
I’m a mad scientist, I got my eye on this
In the lab, working on my craft, There’s no denying this!
Yet I’m feeling like I’m out of gas, need to check the mileage
High motor, my focus - really imperative
I feel hopeless, but still going- oh what a nightmare it is
Through the hard times, I stick with it like how marriage should be
But they get divorced quickly, they go find something more trendy
They chase money and fame, get it but feel empty
But funny cuz I stick with it, but still I got a void in me,
Cuz I know there’s so much more, but still there’s a war in me
I’m sending the infantry, the missiles at my enemies

Chorus:
If you get one shot, you better make the most
I’m headed to the top, with a great approach
They call me MAD, cuz I’m dedicated (aye!)
I think they MAD, cuz I’m dedicated (aye!)
They call me MAD cuz I love it (aye!)
I get em talking, I’m the master of puppets (aye!)
The strings - the only thing that I’m cutting
When it comes to my craft, nobody can touch it!