Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Phantom, artist - Chester Watson. Album song Past Cloaks, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.01.2016
Record label: Pow
Song language: English
Phantom |
| «Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators |
| That you call Earth but I call Hell’s equator» |
| Yo, being hella brash is the swag bruh |
| Sittin' back and im gettin' ass in Nebraska |
| Different flask in a different class rolling grass up |
| Nu Age only spitting facts no whack stuff |
| Yeah, that’s how we do it no taxin' |
| My niggas comin' through and we slashin' with axes |
| Bag a fine chick, back tats and an accent |
| Niggas tryna 'lab I’mma ask where the racks is |
| Uh, cause we don’t do this for free |
| Im zoot and I’m starved and a dude gotta eat |
| No clockin' out, workin' all day; |
| no sleep |
| Bring the block out, twerkin' all day, that shit hot |
| That’s why we never asks where the streets went |
| Dude slangin' trees more cheese for the defense |
| K-F-C, two piece, hella greasy |
| Little slop, but you see a dude still eatin' |
| A dude still chiefin' cause the rules don’t matter |
| Don’t need any beef cause 'em tools go splatter, rata, tata |
| Shootin' bullshit it’ll come back whizzin' your drawers get splattered |
| Where I’m from any niggas wearin' jewels gettin' snatched up |
| All about the C.R.E.A.M every fool got back up |
| Can’t hear Jesus cause the weed is loud as Mack trucks |
| Phantom all black and the volume to the max |
| Doin' drive by’s so they don’t know where we at |
| All you hear is tires, click-clack, booms of the gats |
| No cure for the madness, so it’s like cancer |
| Bumpin' «It's a hobo» just became the death anthem |
| The whip fouettin' like a dancer |
| Échappé-ing to blant up and get slanted |
| Disrespect the fam' I’mma have to back hand ya |
| And niggas be hatin' they hella mad cause I’m handsome |
| Gold Phantom, rancids aren’t random |
| Kidnap the game and hold it with no ransom |
| A ghostly flow, we hang clothes with no hanger |
| Music without me is like dark with no Manson |
| Nigga just snuff 'em, and leave they nose flarin' |
| Slow motion, that’s a board with bad bearings |
| People in awe, my God, just keep 'em starrin' |
| I like my fishes Pacific so I copped a red herrin' |
| From the bottom, light totes with no handles |
| African Sheppard im leadin' goats with no sandals |
| Niggas stay sellin' they soul for most stamina |
| Don’t invite yourself |
| I’m the host with no manners, bitch |
| Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators |