Garlic Brown - Rez Rap Phantom lyrics

"Rez Rap Phantom" [Verse One:] Rez rapping adapting My action asking the mainstream The main things And I want a mansion So I Crept up to mess up The best up, so rest up Your vocals fess up You weak and faker than The mother f**en dress up The next up to check the Swaggadelic rap I need a medic To patch up the blood From gushing all over from sinning Whoop ticking I'm sicker than Septic tanks and shook critics Who talk sh**ty I'm with a gang of souls Mangle over breaking bones Focus on the task And slaying foes over major dough It's over froze I overdose On poles of dope My ears are sick of this Get it clear I'm sick as sh** So listen when I kick it Hit and make it flip until ridiculous I grip the mic with wickedness You get it b**h well Keep up on the mean key Keep up, with a mean streak, sweeper The rap fiend's preacher The rap game's grim reaper Mixed with a mind Like Charlie Manson Its the It's the mother f**en phantom [Chorus:] Rez rapping, rapping Rez rapping, rapping Rez rapping, rapping It's the mother f**en phantom Rez rapping, rapping Rez rapping, rapping Rez rapping, rapping Put your mother f**en hands up Rez rapping, rapping Rez rapping, rapping Rez rapping, rapping I said put your f**en hands up Rez rapping, rapping Rez rapping, rapping Rez rapping, rapping It's the mother f**en phantom [Verse Two:] It's the Rez Rap Phantom Back after the actors Talking backwards it matters to me To fully master My talents of balance And damage average minding ba*tards Faster to stop the chatter between critics Who don't really seem to get it That I'm winning never giving up Whip it up and fill a cup When I bust I k** a c*nt Rapping as purist Rapping words faster You got to work hard To bite the word That you're hearing You can feel it in the back of your mind You fearing it's possible That I got you Captured in rhyme I'm after your prime Time after time I find the signs To unwind simplicity Risking whipping the rookies And half necking history Its the beats Miss demeanor my demeanor Ripley believe it or not I'm bout to ge-ge-get it And sweep it of its dignity Smoking like a chimney Mr. Maker mix a talka In the back of the impala I'm out of my mind Never out of the rhymes I'm somewhere out on the grind It's the Mother, f**en, Phantom [Chorus:] Rez rapping, rapping Rez rapping, rapping Rez rapping, rapping It's the mother f**en phantom Rez rapping, rapping Rez rapping, rapping Rez rapping, rapping Put your mother f**en hands up Rez rapping, rapping Rez rapping, rapping Rez rapping, rapping I said put your f**en hands up Rez rapping, rapping Rez rapping, rapping Rez rapping, rapping It's the mother f**en phantom