[Intro]
Yeah
Phantom, 8 Gram, NevEd on the beat of course, Twilight Zone
Yo
[Verse 1 - Phantom]
If there's any criticism for this ill verse I say
I'll stab your throat with a pen, autograph your vertebrae
I'll perpetrate
As it's an illiterate MC purge today
Killing rat rappers like exterminators or birds of prey
All these watered down rappers are making me seasick
I'm seizing
And ceasing
Your style until it is deceased, kid
As of recent
I've been trying to build a legion
And in this kingdom
You mainstream kids
Have committed treason
Of destitution
My next solution
Is execution
I'm beheading fools and
There is no way you can just refuse it
A beat killer with psychopathic tendencies
With the rhymes I spit to this mic I grab it's destiny
Crimson Underground is raping this game with Roofalin
With another sound that's changing the way this music is
We make rapping pansies hella' disturbed, they
Test my patience just like a medical survey
Choke a critic with a wired rope until the noose is stained
Causing gruesome pain
By using a lunch room as a shooting range
We're knocking you out the box like induced labor
Reduce haters
By becoming hip hop's new saviors
You're affluence
Barely Flatulence
Don't mean crap to us
You're speaking gibberish, is that hard to just write a rap, you cunts?
I'll be in the top position
Hopping over opposition
Getting props from this shit
Without heeding label propositions
Not here for the flashy photo shoots, cause I'm not a poser
Knocking MCs out the box until we're not opposed, sir
People say hip hop's over
Luckily without a clover
It'll finish strong so hip hop heads have got some closure
[Beat Switch-up]
[8 Gram Intro]
Yo, listen, listen
It's Gram, baby
Gram, baby (yeah)
Uh, let me go
[Verse 2 - 8 Gram]
Yo I might quit rap
Just kick back with a kit-kat
And a quick nap
No phone, no group chat
No mic, no new tracks
I been there, I done that
I been dope and I been whack
These new cats, they all that
Got fat beats, but sound flat
No shows, no fuck those
You got those 'cause you cock rode
I'ma stomp you like a cockroach
'Cause you piss me off and got no flow
God knows what I might do
When I meet dude in a bad mood
Screws loose, might turn goon
'Cause I don't sleep on a full moon
There's no getting away from the Gram
I'm creepin' and lurkin' just under the ground
Don't bother be lookin' around
'Cause I'm taking you out
Without making a sound
My style ground breaking
Flow so breath taking
No caucasian, walk into the booth, No texting
The type to make those little hairs on your arm raise
Like Pun's verse on John Blaze
I got that dope Da Vinci flow
That you've never heard before
Now I'ma slow it down, listen hoe
Got your favorite rapper wrapped around my toe
I see no woes
I see them cats they're jokes
Saying they beating the Gram
(Yo, is it for real?)
Yo that shit is a hoax
Einie mienie miney moe
I'ma catch you on your own
If you run, can't let you go
I'ma bust your fucking nose
Suckas stay on their sucka shit
I'ma hit you so hard with a stick
Drive you back to yo mamas crib