Wrath
The Phantom is always a nonconformist
Haters I will never bow to y'all for sure shit
I stay to
Being a raw rhymesayer
If I adjust the sound, I do it my way or
I don't do it all
Feel that I was pigeon holed to ruin and fall
But it's not you who I'm needing to blame
It's also my fault for feeding the flames
But hey, I'm not here for the weeping crap
Or being sad
I'm here for the beats and raps
To speak some facts
Conceiving beastly tracks
Skills increased
To eat you measly scraps
Ill, elite
With beats that teach you twats
That Will can beat
Your clean and squeaky trap
The ethereal misfit
That's serial killing
Any thug rapper that's materialistic
None of you inside this game are feared, you dimwits
Everybody is sick of hearing you bitches
Writing while shitting, shit on you literally
Piss off the industry
With gall and energy
Kill all my enemies
Rip y'all to smithereens
Spit on unfit MCs
Till y'all are finished, B
The fact is
You whack kids
Are has-beens
And that's it
My rapping
Is having
Your whack shit
In trash bins
My basement persona
Makes sure you're gonna
Just take more L's to the face than a stoner
It's safe to say
My taste in ways
To scathe you fakes
Is to brake all your cranium bones up
Bloodthirsty like a vampire going through withdrawal
No one's too involved
In being dope and fluent y'all
Whack rappers get ready for a fist to get thrown into your jaw
People think they've figured me out, truly they don't know shit
All my haters are filled with doubt, I got to stay focused
In this basement, on my grind, trying to perfect my craft
To relax I have no time, making sure you feel my wrath
Right now I'm pissed off, it's perfect
No more feeling awful, worthless
There is nothing you could do to stop this hurt and
Block this person
From bringing y'all incursions
You thought shit was sweet, you get the salty truth
I've been stuck in a crypt like zombies too
Back with an axe just to disembody crews
Whack on your tracks so I'll diss and body you
Phantom tramples you
Stands an animal
Man that plans to do
Damage, intangible
What the difference between us? You flow for some cash
While I would rather be just dope with the craft
Know it's a fact
That I'm cold with my raps
Even though
It is shown
That I'm scolding your ass
With hot coals
To your soul
I'm a pro on the tracks
When I'm flowing on the beat
You all know it's some heat
If you call yourself a Rockstar cause you can't rap
I'm cracking a guitar on your damn back
Whether we talk about rhymes or the beats y'all
Can't fuck with me like I denied you a threesome
I am a beast
You'll die at the least
Just trying to reach
My highest of peaks
I came back to
Slay tracks
With great raps
So lay flat
Or lyrically you're getting sprayed at
Telling haters they don't know who they fuckin' with
Tell 'em to suck a dick
And swallow everything that comes with it
Show me anybody who can rock it better
Shock a fella
Till he stops his yelling
To flaunt his cheddar
I chop his head off
With acapellas
I'll compel him
I could shred him
To mozzarella
God I'm hell a
Dangerous
My anger is
Aimed at this
Generation
Of rappers that spit the lamest
People think they've figured me out, truly they don't know shit
All my haters are filled with doubt, I got to stay focused
In this basement, on my grind, trying to perfect my craft
To relax I have no time, making sure you feel my wrath
Every one of these bars leaves a mockery dying
Giving you a piece of mind like lobotomy science
The saddest part about it is that I'm just not even trying
Now I got you looking at me like "you got to be lying"
The fact is, nobody can hold a candle to me when I'm on wax
When you make your own lane, people say that you're on the wrong path
On a mission to bring the game some more versatility
And make sure nobody could ever pour a verse as ill as me
Making sure you feel my wrath
Making sure you feel my wrath
Making sure you feel my wrath
Making sure you feel my
I've been deep in my tomb
Trying to keep my mind cool
Tried to stay grounded
My troubles they found me
So now I reach the sky's moon
Life's a free fall
Trying to keep calm
Focused
On motives to not die on streets sprawled
Life's a free fall
Trying to keep calm
Focused
On motives to not die on streets sprawled
Haters I will never bow to y'all for sure shit
I stay to
Being a raw rhymesayer
If I adjust the sound, I do it my way or
I don't do it all
Feel that I was pigeon holed to ruin and fall
But it's not you who I'm needing to blame
It's also my fault for feeding the flames
But hey, I'm not here for the weeping crap
Or being sad
I'm here for the beats and raps
To speak some facts
Conceiving beastly tracks
Skills increased
To eat you measly scraps
Ill, elite
With beats that teach you twats
That Will can beat
Your clean and squeaky trap
The ethereal misfit
That's serial killing
Any thug rapper that's materialistic
None of you inside this game are feared, you dimwits
Everybody is sick of hearing you bitches
Writing while shitting, shit on you literally
Piss off the industry
With gall and energy
Kill all my enemies
Rip y'all to smithereens
Spit on unfit MCs
Till y'all are finished, B
The fact is
You whack kids
Are has-beens
And that's it
My rapping
Is having
Your whack shit
In trash bins
My basement persona
Makes sure you're gonna
Just take more L's to the face than a stoner
It's safe to say
My taste in ways
To scathe you fakes
Is to brake all your cranium bones up
Bloodthirsty like a vampire going through withdrawal
No one's too involved
In being dope and fluent y'all
Whack rappers get ready for a fist to get thrown into your jaw
People think they've figured me out, truly they don't know shit
All my haters are filled with doubt, I got to stay focused
In this basement, on my grind, trying to perfect my craft
To relax I have no time, making sure you feel my wrath
Right now I'm pissed off, it's perfect
No more feeling awful, worthless
There is nothing you could do to stop this hurt and
Block this person
From bringing y'all incursions
You thought shit was sweet, you get the salty truth
I've been stuck in a crypt like zombies too
Back with an axe just to disembody crews
Whack on your tracks so I'll diss and body you
Phantom tramples you
Stands an animal
Man that plans to do
Damage, intangible
What the difference between us? You flow for some cash
While I would rather be just dope with the craft
Know it's a fact
That I'm cold with my raps
Even though
It is shown
That I'm scolding your ass
With hot coals
To your soul
I'm a pro on the tracks
When I'm flowing on the beat
You all know it's some heat
If you call yourself a Rockstar cause you can't rap
I'm cracking a guitar on your damn back
Whether we talk about rhymes or the beats y'all
Can't fuck with me like I denied you a threesome
I am a beast
You'll die at the least
Just trying to reach
My highest of peaks
I came back to
Slay tracks
With great raps
So lay flat
Or lyrically you're getting sprayed at
Telling haters they don't know who they fuckin' with
Tell 'em to suck a dick
And swallow everything that comes with it
Show me anybody who can rock it better
Shock a fella
Till he stops his yelling
To flaunt his cheddar
I chop his head off
With acapellas
I'll compel him
I could shred him
To mozzarella
God I'm hell a
Dangerous
My anger is
Aimed at this
Generation
Of rappers that spit the lamest
People think they've figured me out, truly they don't know shit
All my haters are filled with doubt, I got to stay focused
In this basement, on my grind, trying to perfect my craft
To relax I have no time, making sure you feel my wrath
Every one of these bars leaves a mockery dying
Giving you a piece of mind like lobotomy science
The saddest part about it is that I'm just not even trying
Now I got you looking at me like "you got to be lying"
The fact is, nobody can hold a candle to me when I'm on wax
When you make your own lane, people say that you're on the wrong path
On a mission to bring the game some more versatility
And make sure nobody could ever pour a verse as ill as me
Making sure you feel my wrath
Making sure you feel my wrath
Making sure you feel my wrath
Making sure you feel my
I've been deep in my tomb
Trying to keep my mind cool
Tried to stay grounded
My troubles they found me
So now I reach the sky's moon
Life's a free fall
Trying to keep calm
Focused
On motives to not die on streets sprawled
Life's a free fall
Trying to keep calm
Focused
On motives to not die on streets sprawled
Credits
Writer(s): William Mosby
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