Diatribe The Phantom Stranger - Rap On Beat

Yo, I used to be the kid that couldn't rap on beat
And now I turn the gas on and blast off heat
Yo, hold up
Yo, run that back

Yo, yo
I used to be the kid that couldn't rap on beat
And now I turn the gas on and blast off heat
If you're looking for some beef, homie, that's not me

I'm the last one to trash talk, scratching up the wax, son
Scratching up the wax, son
Scratching up the wax, son
Yo, I used to be the kid that couldn't rap on beat

And now I turn the gas on and blast off heat
If you're looking for some beef, homie, that's not me
I'm the last one to trash talk, scratching up the wax, son
Never made a whack song, running like a mad dog, that saw meat

You bragging like you Gaston and I'm that beast
That'll rip you like a ragdoll will latch on teeth
Cause I rock the bells and I mash MCs
When I grab that mic, you get smashed on sight

I'm the master of the track like you have not seen
Cause when you last saw me, I was strapping on a backpack
Battling Cracker Jack on Thug TV
But I'm the one still here with another CD for you suckers

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Diatribe Phantom Stranger

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