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