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I'M THE CRACK GORDON RAMSEY. Project Ghost steps out of the shadows and into the kitchen with this gritty, poetic masterpiece. Crack Gordon Ramsey is more than a song—it's a full-course sermon from the trap, blending culinary metaphors with raw street reality. Inspired by legends like MF DOOM, Earl Sweatshirt, Immortal Technique, and the chaos of the kitchen.

📍 Orlando-born. Pyrex-baptized.
🎤 Rap meets rotisserie. Scale meets scripture.

📝 Lyrics:

Whip game vicious, call me Crack Gordon,
Cookin' up the pain like a Michelin organ.
Pyrex prophet, heat in my sermon,
Flame to the flask, now the whole block learnin'.

No reservations, just renovations,
Turned a bando kitchen to God's creation.
Fiends call my name like it's haute cuisine,
Chef in the shadows, servin' death pristine.

Yeah, welcome to Hell's Kitchen, Orlando edition,
Where the soufflé's a slab and the recipe's vicious.
I don't bake croissants, I break down grams,
Wrap rocks tighter than deli hams.

Call me Crack Gordon Ramsey, chef with the stare,
Sweaty bandana, fumes thick in the air.
Pyrex my platter, microwave my flame,
You boil pasta—I boil cocaine.

Flip a brick like a skillet, hear it sizzle and hiss,
Turn a fiend’s relapse into culinary bliss.
Garnish the plate with a razor's kiss,
And they line up like it’s Michelin List.

In the trap, I’m a five-star vet,
Crème brûlée torch? Nah, just lightin’ the set.
No apron, just latex gloves and heat,
I sauté snow like I’m braisin’ meat.

Dropped out of school, but the math game dirty,
Scale read 36, hands move sturdy.
Dash of soda, twist of the wrist,
Now it come back harder than a plot twist.

Don't talk thyme—I got no patience,
Only thing I season is negotiations.
Kitchen smell like death and profit,
Cut a slab so clean, even Martha couldn't knock it.

Fiends call me maestro, symphony in glass,
Whiskin’ up storms in a crackhead's flask.
No beef Wellington, just beef in the streets,
Turn a strip into soufflé—bon appétit.

Every ounce is a course, every cut is precise,
And every sale’s a star in the trap chef’s slice.
Deglaze the trauma with a cup of pain,
Add loyalty, heat, and a dash of disdain.

Grit in my teeth, scars on my palms,
I plate the product while recitin' psalms.
My lamb ain't roasted, it's led to slaughter,
Mix game clean like distilled water.

I serve pain like entrees, gold fork or not,
Even Gordon would sweat in this boiling pot.
So when I say I cook, it ain't no brunch,
I’m breakin’ bad habits over breakfast and lunch.

Crack Gordon Ramsey, chef of the block,
Turn a project hallway to a Michelin spot.
And when the smoke clears and the fiends applaud,
I bow with a tray full of cooked-up gods.

Whip game vicious, call me Crack Gordon,
Cookin' up the pain like a Michelin organ.
Pyrex prophet, heat in my sermon,
Flame to the flask, now the whole block learnin'.


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CRACK GORDON RAMSEY

HellNaww and Ju$t Recognize go off on this V. Nebula beat

Against the odds remix Ft Ju$t Recognize and  V.Nebula

HellNaww and Ju$t Recognize bring you to da Dirty South on this V.Nebula Beat

In da Dirty South

Goldenboy Countup x Loe Shimmy - Money Convos (DatKidChris Remix)

Produced By DatKidChris x EvanThaProducer x JpMade2x x DayDreamMadeIt x Redluke

Goldenboy Countup x Loe Shimmy - Money Convos (DatKidChris Remix)

My new single "Fantasy", available everywhere now!

You can stream this song here: https://fanlink.tv/fantasybytillr

Produced by Ghowste

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Fantasy (Prod. Ghowste)

Yard Sale

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RIAA Certified Platinum Music Producer 📀
Credits: PnB Rock • XxxTentacion • Playboi Carti • Lil Tjay • Jay Critch | Rip my brothers X and Rock 🕊

📛 Project Ghost | The Hood Apparition

Pyrex Prophet. Street Preacher. Masked Mouth of the Bando.

Project Ghost was born in smoke, raised by the flame, and baptized in the trap.
From Orlando’s dark corners to the kitchen choir of the Pyrex, Ghost delivers gritty, poetic sermons wrapped in dope boy code and spiritual warfare.

No gimmicks. No filters.
Just bars, bricks, and the Bible in baggies.

🎤 Lyrics with meaning.
🎭 Masked but never silent.
💿 “Hood Apparition” the debut album is coming soon.

FOLLOW IF YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS.

📍 Orlando, FL
YT📷 @ProjectGhost_RAP
🕊️ https://x.com/projectghostrap

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