Growing up in Florida, Whitney was originally a guitar player for hardcore and doom metal bands.[3] Whitney moved to Los Angeles, California after starting his career as a rapper eventually finding success in the underground.
Eric Whitney was born 15 April 1991 in Lake Worth, Florida to parents from New York. Whitney grew up in West Palm Beach, Florida. As a teenager, he was in several bands and played the guitar which introduced him to music. He also played football whilst in High School, saying he was practically forced to by his father, who died when Whitney was seventeen.
Whitney was introduced to rap music when he was the guitarist in the hardcore punk band Nemesis and a bandmate introduced him to Memphis rap.
Whitney graduated from university after studying astrophysics and was eventually employed in a position earning $65,000 annually.In 2015, Whitney moved to Los Angeles, California due to his music not thriving in Southern Florida, giving up his employment at the same time. Meeting up with JGRXXN, Whitney joined his collective Schemaposse which included artists such as the now-deceased Lil Peep and Craig Xen.
In April 2016, Schemaposse disbanded leaving Whitney not associated with any group. Whitney eventually began to associate with the popular underground group $uicideboy$ and fellow Florida rapper Pouya. Pouya released the video for "1000 Rounds" with Ghostemane in April 2017.The video quickly went viral and as of May 2018, has nearly 9 million views.
In 2018 Whitney released his 10th album, "N / O / I / S / E" (No One Is Safe from Evil). The album has a very dark and aggressive style and it deals a lot with self-harm, self-mutilation, agoraphobia, and many other issues Ghostemane has dealt with personally. N / O / I / S / E was released by surprise on 10th October 2018, as it was supposed to drop on 17th October of the same year.
Kast Out ft. SortaHuman
Ghostemane Lyrics
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Smokin dope
Riding solo watching for the po-po
Smoke rolls out my mouth eyes hella low tho
Turn the speakers up a little more
Sortahuman is Schema, hoe
I'm spinning round like I'm crash
I'm with a clique and they will blast
Right up on yo' funky ass
Suicidal is from the D, yeah that Wicca shit
Sisco came down on the track
With the Schema bitch
Runnin round with the Glock
Finna let that shit bust
Fuckin with the Schema we leaving
Bitch ass niggas in dust
Learn my motherfuckin' name, turn
Em to a ghost, mane
Sortahuman with the pen and I'm
Loco and I'm insane
I cruise like Tom
With the bomb in my knapsack
Fuck the three-eighty I'm outta the
Cut with the fat mac i bust like a nine and
Blast off like a rocket
A nine in my holster with a clip in my pocket
Hoes wanna be down kinda like Brandy
I sip on the Brandy and
My rubbers come in handy
Cause my mission is kamikaze
Its WooF and niggas know they
Can't fuck with Schemaposse
Don't give no fuck I'll spark it
Up inside a church bitch
We get em bucking like a
Blunt you getting burnt bitch
Yeah I'm the shit, I'm the shit
I'm the shit ho
Can catch me cooking I ain't whipping
I wrap that bitch ho lit phone
Twerking make her work and
Flick my wrist slow
They like yo' bitch and nympho
And I'm like which ho
I'm in the club mouth shining
Like some tin foil
A all black pink trim, and now my
Coming to kill, killin at will
Spitting so sick and it's leaving you chills
Creepin up in the darkness with a
Nine mill and that gold grill
Killa C straight bringing that heat
I'm like Freddy Kruger I'm
Creeping in yo' sleep
Schema the posse we be so unique
And we running the streets without no defeat
Ridin slab in that low low
Sippin syrup in slow-mo oh no
I hit a nigga with the
Nine mill' and the po-po
And speed off with no trace
A dead body with no face
The next day I beat trial
Then leave court with a closed case, bitch
Aye real talk man
Shouts out to all the motherfuckin'
Fans that downloaded this album
You know what I'm sayingShouts out
To all the Schema fans k-R double-E-P
I do this shit for y'all
Shouts out to JGRXXN shouts out G59
Know what I'm saying
Everybody else who contributed to this album
We running the underground bitch better duck
Splatter yo' brains all over the interstate
But I won't lose no sleep tonight
Not even a minute I'm dreaming and wondering
How the fuck I'm still alive
Losin myself in the pages
Of graphic depiction
Of shit that don't exist
You thinking I'm outta my mind
But it keeps me alive at a
Fucked up time like this
I load my 22 and point it
Straight up at my dome
Mothafuckas thought Caligula was flexing but
You got it wrong
I'm looking down the barrel of my own shit
Waiting for God to show me if he really exist
The lyrics to GhosteMane's song "Kast Out" ft. SortaHuman depict a sense of rebellion and disregard for authority. The opening lines, "My eyes are bloodshot, like the Mishka logo, Smokin dope, Riding solo watching for the po-po," suggest a rebellious, carefree attitude. The singer is indulging in drugs and keeping a lookout for the police while being alone. The lyrics also mention a sense of power and aggression, as the singer states, "I'm with a clique and they will blast, Right up on yo' funky ass." The singer is part of a group who are ready to take action against anyone who crosses their path.
The lyrics also reference themes of self-destruction and chaos. The lines, "Suicidal is from the D, yeah that Wicca shit, Sisco came down on the track, With the Schema bitch," suggest a connection to the dark and controversial subculture of suicide and Wicca. The singer identifies with this subculture and mentions collaborators who share the same mindset.
Throughout the song, there is an emphasis on violence and aggression, as seen in lines like "Runnin round with the Glock, Finna let that shit bust, Fuckin with the Schema we leaving, Bitch ass niggas in dust." The singer asserts their dominance and superiority, stating that anyone who opposes them will be left in the dust.
Overall, "Kast Out" delves into themes of rebellion, aggression, and self-destruction. It portrays a dark and chaotic mindset that revels in violence and challenges societal norms.
Line by Line Meaning
My eyes are bloodshot, like the Mishka logo
My eyes are red and tired, resembling the red and tired eyes depicted in the Mishka logo
Smokin dope
I am consuming drugs
Riding solo watching for the po-po
I am driving alone, keeping an eye out for the police
Smoke rolls out my mouth eyes hella low tho
Smoke escapes from my mouth as my eyes remain extremely bloodshot
Turn the speakers up a little more
Increase the volume of the artists slightly
Sortahuman is Schema, hoe
Sortahuman is a part of the Schema collective
I'm spinning round like I'm crash
I am moving rapidly and erratically, resembling a crash
Fuck with me and that's yo' ass
Engage in conflict with me and you will suffer the consequences
I'm with a clique and they will blast
I am accompanied by a group of individuals who are willing to use firearms
Right up on yo' funky ass
Directly targeting and approaching your unpleasant demeanor
Suicidal is from the D, yeah that Wicca shit
Suicidal is from Detroit, representing the Wicca movement
Sisco came down on the track
Sisco contributed to the creation of this musical track
With the Schema bitch
Representing the Schema collective
Runnin round with the Glock
Moving around with a Glock firearm
Finna let that shit bust
About to discharge the firearm
Fuckin with the Schema we leaving
Messing with the Schema collective will result in us departing
Bitch ass niggas in dust
Incompetent individuals are left behind and disregarded
Learn my motherfuckin' name, turn
Familiarize yourself with my name, pay attention
Em to a ghost, mane
Transforming individuals into ghost-like beings
Sortahuman with the pen and I'm
Sortahuman is skilled in writing lyrics and I am
Loco and I'm insane
I am mentally unstable and foolishly unpredictable
I cruise like Tom
I move smoothly like how Tom Cruise is often depicted
With the bomb in my knapsack
Carrying an explosive device in my backpack
Fuck the three-eighty I'm outta the
Disregard the .380 caliber firearm, I am leaving
Cut with the fat mac i bust like a nine and
Armed with a large MAC-10 firearm, I discharge it powerfully like a 9mm gun
Blast off like a rocket
Launch explosively, resembling a rocket taking off
A nine in my holster with a clip in my pocket
I have a 9mm handgun holstered and a spare magazine in my pocket
Hoes wanna be down kinda like Brandy
Females desire to be associated with me, similar to how Brandy was desired by others
I sip on the Brandy and
I consume alcohol, specifically Brandy
My rubbers come in handy
Condoms are useful and readily available to me
Cause my mission is kamikaze
Because my purpose is self-destructive and destructive to others, similar to a kamikaze mission
Its WooF and niggas know they
This is WooF, and individuals are aware
Can't fuck with Schemaposse
They cannot contend with the Schemaposse collective
Don't give no fuck I'll spark it
I do not care and will ignite it
Up inside a church bitch
Inside a church, displaying disrespect
We get em bucking like a
We provoke them, causing them to act aggressively
Blunt you getting burnt bitch
You are getting harmed, similar to being burned by a blunt
Yeah I'm the shit, I'm the shit
I am superior, exceptional
I'm the shit ho
I am the best, addressing a disrespectful individual
Can catch me cooking I ain't whipping
You can find me engaging in cooking activities rather than whipping (a term for reckless driving)
I wrap that bitch ho lit phone
I attract that individual, using a lit phone as a metaphor
Twerking make her work and
Her twerking stimulates her to work and perform
Flick my wrist slow
I gracefully and deliberately move my wrist
They like yo' bitch and nympho
They admire your promiscuous behavior, referring to you as a nymphomaniac
And I'm like which ho
I am questioning which individual they are referring to
I'm in the club mouth shining
I am present in the club, displaying a shiny grill on my teeth
Like some tin foil
Similar to how tin foil reflects light
A all black pink trim, and now my
An entirely black vehicle with pink accents, and now my
Coming to kill, killin at will
Preparing to commit murders, killing without hesitation
Spitting so sick and it's leaving you chills
Rapping with such illness and intensity that it sends shivers down your spine
Creepin up in the darkness with a
Approaching stealthily in the darkness with a
Nine mill and that gold grill
A 9mm handgun and a gold dental grill on my teeth
Killa C straight bringing that heat
Killa C is delivering intense and powerful music
I'm like Freddy Kruger I'm
Similar to Freddy Krueger, I am haunting and threatening
Creeping in yo' sleep
Invading your dreams in a chilling manner
Schema the posse we be so unique
The Schema collective is incredibly distinctive and different
And we running the streets without no defeat
We dominate the streets without facing any losses
Ridin slab in that low low
Driving in a slow, low-riding vehicle
Sippin syrup in slow-mo oh no
Consuming codeine syrup slowly, expressing surprise or concern
I hit a nigga with the
I strike an individual with the
Nine mill' and the po-po
9mm handgun and the police
And speed off with no trace
Then drive away quickly without leaving any evidence
A dead body with no face
A lifeless corpse without identifiable facial features
The next day I beat trial
The following day, I succeed in a legal trial
Then leave court with a closed case, bitch
Then confidently exit the courtroom with a resolved case, addressing a disrespectful individual
Aye real talk man
Hey, seriously
Shouts out to all the motherfuckin' fans that downloaded this album
Expressing gratitude to all the fans who have downloaded the album
You know what I'm saying
Do you understand what I am expressing?
Shouts out to all the Schema fans k-R double-E-P
Acknowledging and appreciating the fans of the Schema collective
I do this shit for y'all
I create music for all of you
Shouts out to JGRXXN shouts out G59
Giving recognition to JGRXXN and G59
Know what I'm saying
Understanding my point?
Everybody else who contributed to this album
Showing appreciation to all other individuals who have contributed to this album
We running the underground bitch better duck
We dominate the underground music scene, so individuals should be cautious and take cover
Splatter yo' brains all over the interstate
Explosively scatter your brain matter across the interstate
But I won't lose no sleep tonight
Despite the violent actions, I will not be kept awake by remorse or fear
Not even a minute I'm dreaming and wondering
I am not even taking a moment to dream and contemplate
How the fuck I'm still alive
Questioning how I have managed to stay alive despite the dangerous situations I find myself in
Losin myself in the pages
Immersing myself in the pages of something
Of graphic depictions
Containing vivid and explicit illustrations
Of shit that don't exist
Containing content that is imaginary and nonexistent
You thinking I'm outta my mind
You believe that I am mentally unstable
But it keeps me alive at a
But it provides me with purpose and keeps me going during
Fucked up time like this
Difficult and challenging times like the present
I load my 22 and point it
I load my .22 caliber firearm and aim it
Straight up at my dome
Directly towards my own head
Mothafuckas thought Caligula was flexing but
Individuals believed that Caligula was boasting, but
You got it wrong
They misunderstood
I'm looking down the barrel of my own shit
I am staring into the barrel of my own firearm
Waiting for God to show me if he really exist
Anticipating divine intervention or a revelation to determine the existence of God
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