Beatmason - Phantom Ghost lyrics

(Go in!) [Verse 1] [Chokeules] (Let's go!) Throw a quarter in the slot Cause the force up north of the border's getting hot Ready for it or not, Steady blowing up spots Four corner of the globe, the burner's stirring the pot Emergancy broadcast, stunners on face We're making your broads toss their undies on stage Tom Jones, head honchos of the Gong Show Laying down tracks, Halifax to Toronto In the booth, I'm a k**er like John Wilkes Run it like Kim, Campbell, Mitchell or Jong-il Unreal so you end up dumbstruck Choke's doing shrooms just to get the 1-up Cameo bros, hit pipes, collect coins Saving the game, like we reached a checkpoint Export sk**s, let's join the sideshow Live shows with the sickest freaks that I know [Wordburglar] I got a wait problem, I'm impatient So I keep it moving and pumping like gym stations You been waiting for the new, and here it is So clear the skids for the lyricist for you peasant kids Appearing at the the pyramids, riddle me this Who's sick with this, like a sniffling Mister Mxyzptlk Chilling and grilling, some fiddleheads and some fiddlesticks Ripping with the homies, taking out a little piss Don't get it twisted kid, about the flows and jokes, you know me! Got nothing but love for all the love you show me Backburner! No rubber masks, just love for raps And floating dope, like hovercrafts covered in gra** [Hook]X2 It's the P-H-A-N-T-O-M! It's the P-H-A-N-T-O-M! It's the P-H-A-N-T-O-M! It's the G-H-O-S-T, go in! [Verse 2] [Mister E] Yo, it's the big coffin , Hunter S. Thompson Gozo with a strong wind, I return the second I'm called in Murder relief pitcher, but once I'm in the game it's clear It's hard to step to me, like you walking with feet blisters My pixelated vision fits the integrated rhythms Vice-Versa switching than I syncopate the system Verse of vice, try to spit the verses nice As all of my peers so I can get accustomed to this Backburner life We keep keeping on, rap marathons, steez Be continuous, not equipped with a pause screen I grab mics, like I'm on my last life Trying to put the final boss in the coffin, goodnight! [Timbuktu] This is that showdown, you know,so Remember the Alamo Those Backburner bros Known to be infallible Baffle any battle-drones, smash with the palindrome How powerful, these raps explode, like guns in Avarone It's mathematical, we pack the saddle dome Crowd go bananas, cold-crack your cantaloupe Smash grand pianos, and jam the manifold These mad men and and animals, adequate with ample flow Meet your maker, the d**h panel anecdote We feed the aligators with scraps of rapper's stealing quotes It's apropos that we lead them tho the land below We're savage, blow the (?), cabbage open, now the (?), yo! [More or Les] Lyrical Nintendo Power Glove. Punch! Number of styles I have's a number that you can't crunch Need 25 accountants from the (?) watching this Start to rule over, when he's on the track , rocking the (?) Shaped like a Tardis, more in me than you saw on the outside Your opinion's that I'm a nerd? Well, then you're half right My R&D - Research and Development Are sunken to this trash and cashing to control for elements