paroles de chanson Phantom of Hip Hopera - Fro Magnum Man
I'm
losing
traction,
slipping
into
this
abyss
Lost
in
the
mist,
sanity
hidden
behind
layers
of
abstraction
I'm
laughing,
maniacally
so
Eyeing
my
foes
There's
a
party
in
hell
and
they're
all
dying
to
go
Scowl
on
my
face
as
my
anger
starts
to
drown
me
Put
my
middle
finger
in
the
air
for
everyone
around
me
Of
course
my
performance
endorsed
by
the
force
That
derives
from
the
side
that's
devoid
of
light
source
To
attack
in
strange
ways
is
my
method
of
choice
Throw
my
CD
at
your
face
lets
say
I'm
throwing
my
voice
The
arsonist,
set
fire
to
the
verses
leaving
them
crispy
I'm
a
miserable
bastard
and
I'm
bringing
you
with
me
Grab
you
by
your
lapel
Drag
you
down
to
hell
where
I
dwell
With
the
foul
smell
of
the
rhymes
that
you
yell
Pounding
on
your
eardrums
with
my
sample
rate
converted
Delivering
my
sermons
with
my
crucifix
inverted
The
Phantom
of
Hip
Hopera
has
risen
at
last
To
take
back
this
Hip
Hop
music
wearing
half
of
a
mask
To
lay
the
smack
down
on
these
cats
steadily
ruining
rap
The
Phantom
of
Hip
Hopera
has
risen
at
last
Persistent
individual
stay
vicious
with
this
lyrical
ritual
Spit
specifically
for
me
because
it's
medicinal
Despite
your
best
intentions
to
dumb
down
my
senses
My
pen
renders
clever
inventions
whenever
it
bleeds
out
a
sentence
I'm
ogreish
chewing
on
bones
like
dobermans
Your
go
go
dancer
up
in
the
club
track
I'm
over
it
Surrender
the
mic
or
catch
a
knife
up
in
your
windpipe
Raise
hell
with
pins
in
my
head
controlling
cenobites
Pursuing
these
rappers
maneuvers
move
with
fluency
I'll
do
you
in
presumably
for
exercising
truancy
From
true
school
a
true
fool
who's
weakening
the
gene
pool
You
Wake
up
in
the
AM
with
your
boxers
filled
with
dream
drool
Definition
of
a
pest
giving
me
stress
trespassing
on
my
music
Take
your
record
and
prepare
for
death
I'm
coming
for
you,
and
your
ass
hole
fans
too
And
any
venue
stupid
enough
to
employ
you
The
Phantom
of
Hip
Hopera
has
risen
at
last
To
take
back
this
Hip
Hop
music
wearing
half
of
a
mask
To
lay
the
smack
down
on
these
cats
steadily
ruining
rap
The
Phantom
of
Hip
Hopera
has
risen
at
last
I
never
made
a
dollar
off
this
shit
but
I
don't
give
a
fuck
They
say
it's
part
location,
part
grind,
part
skill
and
part
luck
They
say
when
one
door
closes,
another
one
opens
I'd
rather
continue
kicking
the
one
that's
closed
until
it's
broken
You
piddly
little
emcees
get
twisted
in
my
wizardry
Split
syllables
with
symmetry
spit
lyrical
artillery
Afflicted
with
the
mission
to
bless
written
compositions
This
music's
therapeutic
why
the
fuck
else
would
I
do
it
A
lot
of
people
may
not
like
this
track,
I'm
fine
with
that
My
forked
tongue
sticks
out
seeking
prey
like
diamondbacks
In
my
auditory
laboratory
I
tell
my
stories
With
all
the
gory
details,
my
CD
retails
For
absolutely
nothing,
except
maybe
a
tip
Then
I'll
spin
around
the
pole
as
I
slip
out
of
my
soul
My
passion
to
give
out
rations
of
my
raps
The
Phantom
of
Hip
Hopera
has
risen
at
last
The
Phantom
of
Hip
Hopera
has
risen
at
last
To
take
back
this
Hip
Hop
music
wearing
half
of
a
mask
To
lay
the
smack
down
on
these
cats
steadily
ruining
rap
The
Phantom
of
Hip
Hopera
has
risen
at
last

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