I Am a Phantom Songtext
von 4LYN

In a time of world confusion and darkness false
Idols, jackals ans perpetrators, hopeleessness and
Dispare the is this one last instance standing
Tall and proud amond the crowd the phantom

This whole thing′s about to blow up in our faces
I come in peace. Hands off the heat. too much "Retro". World to the streets! Pants too tight? Yes indeed!
Nuggets a' yellin let′s be free! Too much beauty & not enough beast. Not enough hunger for tracks like these
Ron on the mic, Chi on the beat

Set this world on fire
One - focus on the negative energy... two - calm and remember me...
Three - see what they got in store... now, what fuck is you waitin'...4?


I am a phantom. I am a phantom. Bless my foes with a hell of a tantrum
I am a phantom. I am a phantom. Bless my foes with hell!
I am a phantom. I am a phantom. Bless my foes with a hell of a tantrum
I am a phantom. I am a phantom. Bless my foes with hell!

Time is thicking, air thickens. You buisnessmen look like headless chicken. "Who you run with?" "Who do you know?"
I'm a public enemy, ′cuz I bumrushed the show! No retreat and no pullback. Heavy focus are dressed
In black. They follow me, cuz I′ve got the map! Real recognizes real. This Sennheiser mic is stainless steel
Stop braggin', Stop to squeal. Lower your voice, bow down and kneel. Concrete to your forehead. I see
Motherfuckers die on my doorstep. ...I let you go but before that. Take your brains off my doormat

I am a phantom. I am a phantom. Bless my foes with a hell of a tantrum
I am a phantom. I am a phantom. Bless my foes with hell!
I am a phantom. I am a phantom. Bless my foes with a hell of a tantrum
I am a phantom. I am a phantom. Bless my foes with hell!

Yeah, maybe I am a little crazy. Cuz I observe, strike a nerve with a verse, Baby! (Repeat after me!)
Yeah, maybe I am a little crazy. Cuz I observe, strike a nerve with a verse, Baby! Yeah, maybe I am a litte crazy. Cuz I observe, strike a nerve with my words, Baby! Yeah, maybe I am a litte crazy. Cuz I observe, strike a nerve where it hurts, Baby! Yeah, maybe I am a litte crazy ′cuz I observe, strike a nerve with my final verse...


Got the tools so I crack this can open with the knowlege of a blacksmith. I've felt′em all...
The sticks, the stones but answered their call with the guns never owned
They wanna put me away and they wanted my ass to obey and they wanted everything that I have
But I am a phantom, now you do the math. I am a phantom!