Around the Block
Check it out y'all, uh!
Phantom come alive in the nighttime
I spit freestyles, I don't have to write rhymes
Flow unrehearsed, I spit a killer verse
When it comes to your rhymes, eh, they're the worst
Your flow's sloppy, punchlines brush them off me
Yeah I'm so cocky no way you can stop me
Swag through the roof, believe that's the truth.
How'd I know that? Yo, I'm living proof.
I just know what I do when I'm in the booth
I've got a fine chick hotter web sticker crew oh!
You got lyrically smacked better think twice before you clap back, yo!
Why you gotta get up in my face like an airbag?
Dude your breath's bad, you need to step back
In fact forgot that you need some gum jack
Plus a stylist 'cause you got no swag, DJ's say you're w-w-whack
You wouldn't have rhymes if you stole my notepad
And you can quote that put it on the blog
So everyone can read it, I never been defeated
Freestyling is a competition sport
And Rev is king why's this fool on my court
It's not a battle, it's more like a roast
Grab a white sheet, I turn Phantom to a ghost
And it's like that one time
For your mind
Revelation with the rhymes
Phantom come alive in the nighttime
I spit freestyles, I don't have to write rhymes
Flow unrehearsed, I spit a killer verse
When it comes to your rhymes, eh, they're the worst
Your flow's sloppy, punchlines brush them off me
Yeah I'm so cocky no way you can stop me
Swag through the roof, believe that's the truth.
How'd I know that? Yo, I'm living proof.
I just know what I do when I'm in the booth
I've got a fine chick hotter web sticker crew oh!
You got lyrically smacked better think twice before you clap back, yo!
Why you gotta get up in my face like an airbag?
Dude your breath's bad, you need to step back
In fact forgot that you need some gum jack
Plus a stylist 'cause you got no swag, DJ's say you're w-w-whack
You wouldn't have rhymes if you stole my notepad
And you can quote that put it on the blog
So everyone can read it, I never been defeated
Freestyling is a competition sport
And Rev is king why's this fool on my court
It's not a battle, it's more like a roast
Grab a white sheet, I turn Phantom to a ghost
And it's like that one time
For your mind
Revelation with the rhymes
Credits
Writer(s): Antonina Armato, Timothy James Price, Thomas Armato Sturges, Adam Schmalholz, Jonathan L. Vella
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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