DESCRIPTION:
Off of "The Phantom Syndrome" [2005]

Well I've always had difficulty understanding him on his previous albums, so fill in the blanks if you can, :) (Or correct me on my mistakes)


Lyrics:

Broke through at dusk, I might be too hot for you to touch...
Scalding. But I'll keep ripping it until I'm balding
Spitting fire from the lungs. Dragon Snot. Leathery-winged individuals injecting acid drops.
Reptile armor and lyrical movements unique.
When we need the peace, be weary of what we seek...
Suckers might drown in the fluid that they leak
That excrement you secrete _____ teach, you might think your life is over
But its really incomplete, in all retrospect, i regurgitate fiberkinetic insects made to dissect the human intellect and communicate bugged out dialect
Ask siamese twins, circling again like the vulture's getting ready to pick skin
Raised in a landscape, ____ ____ _____ inhabited by child molestor's controls and other hidden monsters, and the elder's mad souls, mending the robotical joints to storm ______ , military babble
Now raise the syllables that split back, when I spit that, when you spit back theres nothing left to aim at
Predator, baby, camouflaged within the translucense of the beat
My presence, it can be felt for infinite weeks
I can repeat whats out there, but I believe they told you, and I don't wanna be responsible as the one that told you
I just chew you up, spit you out and re-mold you
Its more powerful for you to curse, right?
But you curse soo much that, it, ah, don't mean shit.

Its that autobot rock, spitting projectile snot, when we drop its like the suns spot blown
Its that crimson crush, adrenaline rush, the mics we touch is hot, catch your mind state blown

Laugh with the dragon snot, feel the fiery wrath, its too much to be allowed to feast to deep, unable to sleep, staying up for weeks, refusing to eat
So come and greet the Phantom.
Soaked in dampened thought, now caught in a spider web, stuck in one spot
A burough of the earth and its been that way since birth, now you're screaming, "Me first" ?
Show us something
Break the barrier, helps it grow scarier
At every moment becomes quotient of emcees that are defeated on regular basis
Stuck in a mirage, looking for an oasis
Your rhymes are tasteless
Face this theory, although you're tired, weary, sleepy eyed, you can not have this mic because this mic is occupied
I'm not a robot that grows soo hot I blow spots, you should know not, go straight to the ghost thought

Its that autobot rock, spitting projectile snot, when we drop its like the suns spot blown
Its that crimson crush, adrenaline rush, the mics we touch is hot, catch your mind state blown

Theres a cat out there who believes he taught me to rhyme
and at one point everything he said blew my mind
then i realized that it was all plagiarized,
smiling disguise,
prentending to be wise,
a fool and his demise, although it opened eyes,
and I'll credit you with that, although you should get bitch smacked,
I only brought up this fact, to prove that theres alot of cats like that
Watch out for a chemical repercussion, slaughtered discussions
Im aware of something valuable, no assumptions, no elixir,
the TV in the mind without a picture
we seen it all before... blank screens
me, and my team, bust _____ to _____,
whatever you mean, admit,
you asked me to kick a rhyme, i did, over your head it went, you didnt catch the message sent, say I sound like someone else, think that thats compliment
Well its the beats, dammit,
hope you cant stand it
yeah im kinda glad things are going the way i planned it
within the next sentence I plan to knock you out of existence
running over counterparts, traveling the distance
shifting gears, attending beers
although its not in yester-year, will you accept the future instead?
If I fall back, tell me you're a step ahead,
cuz if momentum goes now, then we're better off dead...

Its that autobot rock, spitting projectile snot, when we drop its like the suns spot blown
Its that crimson crush, adrenaline rush, the mics we touch is hot, catch your mind state blown