Going Ghost on ‘Em

[Verse 1]
New kid at the locker, I move quiet
Got a secret in my chest, you can’t buy it
Eyes glow when the hallway goes still
Heart phased out, I’m halfway unreal
Rumors in the bleachers, “he’s strange”
They don’t see the shadows I tame
Class clown by day, by night I’m
Front row seat when the worlds collide
[Chorus]
I’ve been goin’ ghost on ‘em (yeah)
Slip right through the walls, I don’t owe nothin’
Half in this world, half in that trouble
If you want smoke, you can get the double
I’ve been goin’ ghost on ‘em (woo)
Talk big, then they choke when I float on ‘em
Can’t see the scars, but they’re carved in my bones
I’m the kid, I’m the myth, I’m the phantom they know
[Verse 2]
Lunch tray, jokes fly, I play dumb
Meanwhile, I’m tracking where the freaks come
Locker full of books and a backup plan
Backpack stash for the worst that can happen
Best friends ride, they my real crew
See the shakes in my hands, still push through
Every fight that I take, I ain’t asked for
But I’ll stand in the door, be the crash door
[Chorus]
I’ve been goin’ ghost on ‘em (yeah)
Slip right through the walls, I don’t owe nothin’
Half in this world, half in that trouble
If you want smoke, you can get the double
I’ve been goin’ ghost on ‘em (woo)
Talk big, then they choke when I float on ‘em
Can’t see the scars, but they’re carved in my bones
I’m the kid, I’m the myth, I’m the phantom they know

rap, Hard-hitting cartoon-trap beat, spooky choir stabs, and distorted bass. Male vocals with animated swagger; verses tight and punchy, pockets of double-time flow. Hook explodes with layered gang chants and eerie bell leads, then drops back to minimalist drums for the verses to spotlight the vocal attitude.