Fro Magnum Man - Phantom of Hip Hopera

I'm losing traction, slipping into this abyss
Lost in the mist, sanity hidden behind layers of abstraction
I'm laughing, maniacally so
Eyeing my foes
There's a party in hell and they're all dying to go
Scowl on my face as my anger starts to drown me
Put my middle finger in the air for everyone around me
Of course my performance endorsed by the force
That derives from the side that's devoid of light source
To attack in strange ways is my method of choice
Throw my CD at your face lets say I'm throwing my voice
The arsonist, set fire to the verses leaving them crispy
I'm a miserable bastard and I'm bringing you with me
Grab you by your lapel
Drag you down to hell where I dwell
With the foul smell of the rhymes that you yell
Pounding on your eardrums with my sample rate converted
Delivering my sermons with my crucifix inverted

The Phantom of Hip Hopera has risen at last
To take back this Hip Hop music wearing half of a mask
To lay the smack down on these cats steadily ruining rap
The Phantom of Hip Hopera has risen at last

Persistent individual stay vicious with this lyrical ritual
Spit specifically for me because it's medicinal
Despite your best intentions to dumb down my senses
My pen renders clever inventions whenever it bleeds out a sentence

I'm ogreish chewing on bones like dobermans
Your go go dancer up in the club track I'm over it
Surrender the mic or catch a knife up in your windpipe
Raise hell with pins in my head controlling cenobites

Pursuing these rappers maneuvers move with fluency
I'll do you in presumably for exercising truancy
From true school a true fool who's weakening the gene pool
You Wake up in the AM with your boxers filled with dream drool

Definition of a pest giving me stress trespassing on my music
Take your record and prepare for death
I'm coming for you, and your ass hole fans too
And any venue stupid enough to employ you

The Phantom of Hip Hopera has risen at last
To take back this Hip Hop music wearing half of a mask
To lay the smack down on these cats steadily ruining rap
The Phantom of Hip Hopera has risen at last

I never made a dollar off this shit but I don't give a fuck
They say it's part location, part grind, part skill and part luck
They say when one door closes, another one opens
I'd rather continue kicking the one that's closed until it's broken

You piddly little emcees get twisted in my wizardry
Split syllables with symmetry spit lyrical artillery
Afflicted with the mission to bless written compositions
This music's therapeutic why the fuck else would I do it

A lot of people may not like this track, I'm fine with that
My forked tongue sticks out seeking prey like diamondbacks
In my auditory laboratory I tell my stories
With all the gory details, my CD retails
For absolutely nothing, except maybe a tip
Then I'll spin around the pole as I slip out of my soul
My passion to give out rations of my raps
The Phantom of Hip Hopera has risen at last

The Phantom of Hip Hopera has risen at last
To take back this Hip Hop music wearing half of a mask
To lay the smack down on these cats steadily ruining rap
The Phantom of Hip Hopera has risen at last

Written by:
Isaac Ross

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