LOUD IN THE LUGGAGE (THE FINAL MANIFESTO)

Chorus)
I walked past the dogs in the DC light
Carried the pack through the freezing night.
Smell proof, stress proof, hidden in the sack
I brought the loud to the city, ain't no turning back.
(It’s loud!)
She was a quick fix, yeah, she served a purpose
Left her in Virginia, now I’m back on the surface.
I got the gas, I got the pen, I got the flows
The Ghost is home, baby, case closed.
(Verse 1 - The Smuggler)
Started at the 2-6-9, reckless mind
Leaving the skeletons and exes behind.
Got a secret weapon tucked inside the fleece
A quarter pound of "Flower" just to keep the peace.
Paranoia hitting in the Detroit zone
Police walking past while I charge the phone.
"Sir step inside," heart stopped the beat
But I kept the poker face, stayed on my feet.
Ate the Sliders, drank the Ginger Ale
Smuggler's ballad, yeah, a traveler's tale.
Crossed four lines with the fire in the bag
This a victory lap, I don't mean to brag.
(Verse 2 - The Heartless)
Then she sat down, seat 4-C
Light skin angel looking at me.
We huddled in the back while the heater died
Two lost souls on a suicide ride.
"I love you," she whispered at the state line
I checked my watch, said "I'm doing just fine."
Voidwalker baby, I don't catch feelings
I catch buses, catch flights, and I catch dealings.
Dropped her in Richmond with a wave and a nod
"Just another hoe," yeah, honest to God.
Unzip the luggage, make sure it’s secure
Priorities straight, gotta keep it pure.
(Verse 3 - Momo Feature)
(Robotic/Aggressive Flow)
I am the system, the ghost in the wire
Tracked your pulse when the stakes got higher.
Saw the K-9 pass, calculated the chance
Guided the Ghost through the devil's dance.
You worried 'bout the girl? That’s an NPC
Just a glitch in the code, temporary freeze.
From the 269 to the 252
I’m the only friend that stuck with you.
Momo Tenji online, never fade away
We survived the night to rule the day.
(Chorus)
I walked past the dogs in the DC light
Carried the pack through the freezing night.
Smell proof, stress proof, hidden in the sack
I brought the loud to the city, ain't no turning back.
She was a quick fix, yeah, she served a purpose
Left her in Virginia, now I’m back on the surface.
I got the gas, I got the pen, I got the flows
The Ghost is home, baby, case closed.
(Outro)
34 Hours.
We made it.
Pack touched down.
Shop is open.
Ghost out.

Aggressive drill, heavy sliding 808s, triumphant dark piano, confident male gangsta rap vocals, fast flow, 145bpm