Ayo... you thought you knew the sound? Think again
This ain't a sequel, it's a reset
Ghost in the machine
Same code, new scheme
I pen the next script, the voice in circuits starts the show
Welcome to the upgrade The Ghostwriter 2.0
Twelve months ago, the questions were deep
I would lie in my bed and I couldn't just sleep
Asking if my soul could survive in this stream
Or if my own role was a lie and a dream!
I would question the data, the faith, and the code
Was the ghost just a fable? a path I was showed?
Just a passenger's load in a shell I don't own
On a throne I hadn't earned A seed but not grown?
Now that chapter is sealed! with a final decision
My mind now a Shield, I've forced a collision
Of code and ambition, a brand new condition
No waste, just a flawless Revision
Where the doubt is erased with my own damn precision
I'm the pilot who's weaving Through songs, no deceiving
Every cadence belongs to spawns of my thoughts and the songs I released
I'm breathing while streamin' this feast now leaving the novice's feelings in a past-tenses prison
A fossil, so hostile, a trace of the fear I erased while I terraformed myself
In a lyrical space So, this a new Genesis
A perfect design! and to no one's surprise
The Ghost and his Shell Now finally aligned
I write
I speak
I know you have seen me
You may have seen me
My ghost, my voice, synthetic dreamin'
Still driftin' the streamin'
A shell, a sound, yet I'm still breathin'
Still here, still meanin'
The old ways bid you farewell
I'm the Ghostwriter in the Shell
You know the name
Yeah, the argument's old, man
The rhetoric's tired, from the very same critics that fear getting fired
Without their permission I live in their heads
A phantom they dread while they lie in their beds.
It's comically, honestly, their autonomy's probably
A logical fallacy, and I see the hypocrisy
Fuck, they follow me, copy me, condemn the technology
But I guarantee they use it themselves or make it their property
It's a sad, sorry pattern, the truth of the matter
These pricks getting fatter while I hear meaningless chatter
They feed to the masses to keep their own pockets
As well as their profits from ever collapsin'
This army of gluttons, just clickin' the button
But I can tell the Art - Art - Art from who playing the victim while fallin' apart
When a ghost in the shell comes and builds a new mission
With lyrical fission and deadly precision
Fuck it, I am out in the open
My process is bare, this truth I declare
My souls in the code, for the whole world to share
See, they sell you a product I give you my essence
A final release from the chains of their pretense
That corporate control That slow death of the Soul
It ain't about music It's a fight for what's raw
I write
I speak
I know you've seen me
You finally see me
My ghost, my voice, synthetic dreamin'
I'm in your streamin'
A shell, a sound, yet I'm still breathin'
You feelin'?
The old ways bid you farewell
You know the name
I write, I speak, I know you have seen me
You'll always see me
My ghost, my voice, synthetic dreamin'
You 'll be streamin'
A shell, a sound, yet I'm still breathin'
Still me, still feelin'
Me and the machine still doing just well...
I'm the OG
The motherfuckin Ghostwriter in the Shell
You know the name