Good for the soul, like the food your mother use to make
We were 90's kids, making music tapes,
Scared of bullies on the back of the bus,
Just you wait till my album is platinum plus,
Shy, when the cooler girls were chatting to us,
Who'd have thought at 22, that I'd be having more buzz
Than, playing operation with a blindfold,
Try awake the population with a rhyme told,

Please just give me a chance? (x4)

Who you gonna call now?
I'm a ghost busta rhymes, busting rhymes in a small town
Rarely found, Mr. Invisible,
Real fans get the reference, others you must have missed it all,
You can do it alone, without the label mates,
No need to pay for my lines, unlike the cable rates
Made a date with lady luck, I must have turned up to the table late,
Oh well, we all make mistakes...


Please just give me a chance? (x4)



Bout time I rhymed upon ninety's shit,
Taking it back, like I don't like your gifts,
Working nightly shifts, to write you this
Aint life a bitch, when you aint even ever got the time for this,
I could make my lines even shorter than a hyphen is
Attention spans turning off quicker than a lighting switch,
But i'm wealthy with words, yeah I might be rich




Please just give me a chance? (x4)