Phantoms (feat. MF DOOM, Open Mike Eagle & Kendra Morris)

Czarface

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    Phantoms! Eerie tales of suspense

    Yeah, just a phantom anthem
    Traveled in a trio, or maybe just abandoned
    It's random, found one, take your grandson for ransom
    Got 'im with his hands all in the cookie jar
    Playin' hooky, gettin' drunk, later on, took your car
    Soul of Mischief, Til infinity, got a bone to pick
    And the phantom will forever remain on your shit list
    The other one give good advice, well dressed, real nice
    Knows your worth, sets the price, keep you out the hood for life
    Think that would suffice, but really, it's just the beginnin'
    Third one got you drunk and high, runnin' round here chasin' women
    Wife wonder how you diss fam and disgrace your children
    Dudes is wired like that, it's still an all-case buildin'
    Drats and double-drats, shorties with the bubble fats
    Ay caramba, trouble Jack, phantom steal another track
    Bet your life, double that, think you havin' fun in fact
    Slip her one too many times, may not be no coming back
    (Coming back, coming back) Never let it happen
    Lose your phone, tell side-chick: Get to packin'
    Other phantom write it all down and get to rappin'

    I fought a ghost in my apartment, he had too many hitpoints
    He bested me and told me I should've invested in Bitcoin
    And then he lit joints and offered me a Fanta can
    He drove a Phantom then he started singing Phantogram
    Well damn, I'm like: Isn't this convenient?
    It didn't take a genius to sniff it as somethin' fiendish
    He introduced himself and said: What's your name?
    For the next four days, we played the exquisite corpse game
    I sold my soul to him for some new hightops
    Told the Phantom guide my hand and I drew Cyclops
    Best wrestlers get possessed to do high spots
    Hey, I stay toasty at Smoke and Noob Saibot, yeah
    My man was kinda the best ghost
    He gifted me a new rap book that's prob'ly a Death Note
    He was the homie though, we shared the same virtues
    He showed me his soul once; now, I only wear church shoes
    Turned out he wasn't dead, just very fatigued
    My apologies, I buried the lede
    I'm real bad at tellin' stories y'all
    Prob'ly shoulda told y'all from the beginning that he wasn't, he wasn't really dead

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    Why do these phantoms always wind up haunting me? Yeah
    Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
    Why do these phantoms always wind up haunting me? Yeah (Czar)
    Phantoms, phantoms, phantoms, phantoms
    Phantoms, phantoms, me, yeah (the phantoms)
    Why do these phantoms always wind up haunting me? Yeah
    Phantoms, phantoms, phantoms, phantoms
    Phantoms, phantoms, haunt-haunt-haunt-haunt

    Yo, I used to hop the 3 train, always out for more wax
    Smoke blunts with danger, trouble at my doorstep
    Stared death in the face, left him with a sore neck
    The Devil himself can't resist the raw dialect
    Clashed with the titans, robbed stores with Lucifer
    Seduced a temptress, threesome with Medusa
    The phantoms, they surround me like Dolby sound
    Like they seen a live nigga in a ghost town
    Never was afraid of the dark, I was goodie man
    I learned early, the boogeyman is fam
    They say I'm evil, and my mind is twisted
    I say I'm godly, my lines is wicked
    Haley Joel Osment, I see fake niggas
    Gravediggers, goons, trolls, shapeshifters
    I always feel like somebody watchin' me
    Slayin' demons on the reg, shotgun with Constantine

    Fuck a phantom, I'm fed up with phony fantasies
    Fake fugazi fantasies fam, we far from family
    Foes feelin' free to forge with fetti and fame
    They fabricated, fascinating like a Frank Frazetta frame
    Fools falsify facts, friends figure it's fine
    They fail to, fix the fraudulent and formulate a Frankenstein
    For real, your focus fuzzy like footage of The Flash
    Or the first pharoah fossil found, fetch a flask
    Force it (force it, force it) down fast, cause flood's in the forecast
    You don't know a fraction, forget the half
    Follow, your financial future's finished
    Phantom's got you free-fallin' for females and fish for the fictitious

    Why do these phantoms always wind up haunting me? Yeah
    Phantoms, phantoms, phantoms, phantoms
    Phantoms, phantoms, me, yeah
    Why do these phantoms always wind up haunting me? Yeah
    Phantoms, phantoms, phantoms, phantoms (bad company, bad karma)
    Phantoms, phantoms, haunt-haunt-haunt-haunt (bad luck)
    Phantoms, phantoms, phantoms, phantoms
    Phantoms, phantoms, haunt-haunt-haunt-haunt-haunt-haunt-haunt-haunt

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