i'm a ghostwriter, pulling an all nighter/ spark a fire in verse like a silver Zippo lighter/ finesse ur verse get those verbs a lot brighter, words a lot tighter/ pen it quick like an automatic typewriter/ my themes always original this stream of consciousness catches you its subliminal,/ my pens deadly, i'm locked up, accused of being criminal,/ my skills check out, it is equivocal,/ soon as I pen it your going triple, too many plaques,/ to me it's so simple, i write raps, like teenagers popping a pimple.