Tyler James Williams - Around the block lyrics

Phantom come alive in the night time I spit free styles, I don't have to write rhymes Flow unrehearsed, I spit a k**er verse When it comes to your rhymes Eh they're the worst Your flow's sloppy Punchlines? brush them off me Yeah I'm so co*ky no way you could stop me Swag through the roof, believe that's the truth How'd I know that? Yo, I'm living proof I just do what I do when I'm in the booth I've got a finer chick, hotter whip, sicker crew Ooh, you just got lyrically smacked Better think twice before you try to clap back Yo, why you got to get up in my face like an air bag Ooh your breath's bad, you need to step back In fact forget that, you need some gum jack Plus a stylist cause you got no swag DJ say you wa-wa-wa-wack You wouldn't have rhymes if you stole my notepad And you can quote that, put it on a blog So everyone can read it, i've never been defeated Freestylin' is a competition sport and Rev is king, why's this fool on my court It's not a battle, it's more like a roast Rapper white sheet I turn phantom to a ghost And it's like that, one time for your mind, Revelation with the rhymes