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