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Phantom of the Rapra
by Bushwick Bill
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3.1853
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3.6000
Phantom of the Rapra Lyrics
Lyrics
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- And ahh... the secret of the hidden temple is that ahh
- You gotta listen, as I run it down the business
- The jungle creed, is that the strongest feeds, on any prey it can
- And I was branded beast, at every feast, before I became a man
- Hahaha! Full swing for the jungle.
- John Bido in the house, it's a black man thing you wouldn't understand.
- [Chorus:]
- What cha gonna do when the world's on fire?
- I'ma light a spliff, and keep gettin higher
- The world's bout to end
- I don't give a fuck
- I ain't scared to die, niggaz put that on Chuck
- [Verse One:]
- Put me in a room with four gats and four clips
- Aimed at my dome and I bet I won't flinch
- At least I get to know I'm going out in a blast
- So either pull the trigger or you tricks better mash
- Cause I ain't afraid to kill neither
- I snatch your soul like the motherfuckin grim reaper
- I be the, man that worries not about life
- I'd rather piss in the wind than take a risk with eyes, yeah
- A brave man dies once, but a coward dies a thousand deaths
- Fuck a right, I make a thousand lefts
- Cause I'm a motherfuckin thrillseeker
- You can't scare me with no bullshit threats, I ain't afraid to die
- [Chorus x2]
- [Verse Two:]
- The world is on some old new-improved shit
- They building bombs everyday but screaming peace
- A piece of pussy nowaday could cost a nigga life
- The condom ain't shit, the rubber breaks and that's your life
- Babies havin babies knowin not what to do
- For some grown ass men, niggaz old as me and you
- Think a nigga fuck a kid needs his motherfuckin dick chopped off
- Cause youse a child molester, that ain't cool motherfucker
- Mamas keeping sons from their daddies
- What you sposed to teach him bitch? You ain't no man, youse a hoe
- Monkey see, monkey do
- What you want my son to act like me or act like you, shit
- I'm on the verge of suicide, so what's murder?
- Another casuality, cause mentally I'm damaged G
- So I ain't afraid, I ain't afraid to kill
- And I ain't afraid to die, motherfucker
- [Chorus x2]
- [Verse Three:]
- A punk can be controlled by death threats
- A man's not a man if he can't take a stand and umm
- Confront your foes nigga everybody bleeds
- So fuck bowing down to another nigga's needs
- Curiousity, killed the cat
- And anybody gettin curious with mines is gettin disciplined black
- I lets the motherfuckin fo'-fo' click
- And that's the end of that big bad nigga shit (see-ya!)
- How can you be afraid of what's bound to happen
- You can't run and try to hide from death
- Death is univited, it's also at a shitty time
- Things can creep and snatch your ass up out your prime, I lives my life
- Agressively, succesfully, I press to be
- Demanding with myself and not profess to be
- You can't impress me with no bullshit threats
- I squabble any motherfucker out your set, motherfucker
- [Chorus x2]
- [Intro]
- There was three little piggies and they all went to the market
- and two short motherfuckas, hahaha
- Chopped them down, because, uh
- One little short motherfucka was born into greatness
- Has obtained greatness, because his name is uh
- Bushwick, aka Chuck, four foot eight and straight don't give a fuck
- I got the strength of six men
- With the heart to run up on a muthafucka six ten
- I swear, I knows no fear, this labels me a threat
- Throats get cut, niggas chests get wet
- Some people say I got a short complex, that ain't true
- But I got a short fuse so what's next?
- Now we could go toe to toe or shoulder to nut
- Either way it goes your getting fucked
- Cause you trip and try to size me
- And that type of shit just inspires me
- I don't need no muthafuckin strap
- We could get it on cause I feel I got a (?????)
- Now you could fuck me up and I'ma still squab
- Peelin' more caps than the motherfuckin mob
- [Chorus x3]
- Who the biggest, little motherfucker you know?
- You the biggest, little motherfucka I know
- I'm the biggest, little motherfucka you know
- You the biggest, little motherfucker I know
- Some hoe nigga tried to play me out the box
- [Now what you do that for?]
- Now I got to knock your ass out
- With the one, two jump to the chin
- I'll wake your ass up and then knock your ass out again
- That's what you get for tryin to test the Chuck black
- A back full of dirt and my foot in your ass trick
- I can't stand a muthafucka fulla talk
- You pull his hoe cord and he can't walk the walk
- Don't let your eyes get bigger than your squabble
- Thinkin' cause I'm small nigga, you can make me wobble
- I got a punch as big as Streisands nose
- Running motherfuckas like some panty hose
- Shit, it takes two to tango
- But one to get his ass kicked
- Now I can get in that ass trick
- Hitting motherfuckas up, Houston style
- 5th Ward motherfucker how you like me now?
- [Chorus x4]
- Now I'm eeny meeny miny fuckin mo
- It seems nobody wants to fuck wit Chuck NO MOE!
- Ever since I put the weight down
- Ever sonce I broke a niggas jaw
- Don't nobody wanna play now
- First it was all good, and you were smilin
- Until I broke your two front teeth, and now your whinin
- I told you motherfuckas size ain't shit
- I only wear size 5's but I still kick dents
- You talk shit and I'ma beat that ass
- You come weak and I'ma beat that ass
- You play me cheap and I'ma beat that ass
- And if cheatin bring ya heat then I'ma heat that ass trick
- Don't ever underestimate a nigga with a giant size heart
- And king size trigga finger
- And don't ever fuck wit Wick
- Cause I'm the biggest little motherfucka you know trick
- [Chorus x4]
- [Verse 1:]
- Every now and then I stop to think about my life
- Wonderin' if it´s even worth this stressin tryin' to strive
- All I ever do is get high everyday
- Even fuck my girl then I sleep the rest away
- I rarely comes out before night I ain't employed
- Why should I wake up early in the muthafuckin' morning
- All Imma do is smoke a sack of green
- And throw 2 or 3 rocks at the penitentiary
- No one seems concerned about my world beein'
- It seems my life's already ended that's why I'm spendin'
- So much time in the 5th ward high as a kite
- It's too late for me to try to live my life right
- Shit, if I should die today who would really care?
- If I should die today who would come and stare?
- If I should die today who would carry me?
- On my last day above dirt and who would bury me?
- Damn...!!
- How will I die?
- -Homie only God knows
- How long will I live?
- -Homie only God knows
- How will I die?
- -Homie only God knows
- How long will I live?
- Tell me...damn...!!
- [Verse 2:]
- What is life and just how long will it last?
- Will you be happy and satisfied when you've passed?
- Will you die young or old and wise?
- If you face your killer will there be tears in your eyes?
- Will you holler and backscream and crawl?
- Will you die like a bitch or stand tall thru it all?
- Will you fight if you're givin' the chance?
- Or will you ball up like a baby and shit in your pants?
- Damn..!
- We'll never know until it's your time Loc
- You'll never know what you gon do until that ass get smoked
- So you can miss me with that tough man trash
- Until you're layin' in the streets with hollow tips in that ass
- Hot metal to the dome couldn't take me away
- I'm talkin' point blank range and I'm still here today
- Nobody knows the troubles I've seen
- When I lay my head to rest now who could answer me?
- How will I die?
- -Homie only God knows
- How long will I live?
- -Homie only God knows
- How will I die?
- -Homie only God knows
- How long will I live?
- Tell me...tell me...
- [Verse 3:]
- I'm in so much pain it hurts my heart to wake up
- I've done lost my sense of gain I feel about to brake up
- Stress is eatin' and my mind is playin' tricks again
- It's tellin' me that I ain't shit
- It's tellin' me to quit
- In one's words: when I stop to think a kind of agree
- Even with one good eye my future's hard to see
- The end is rushin' at me homie shit I damned it down
- I tries to duck I tries to hide but shit I just can't run
- It's like I'm trapped inside this world of mines and just can't win
- I'm overcomed by suicidal thoughts but damned that's sin
- I need my momma cause she'd be always there by my side
- To help me out when I ain't strong enough to make the right
- If I die who would teach my sons right from wrong?
- If I die who would teach my sons to stand strong?
- If I die who would teach 'em nuthin comes for free?
- I can't die cause won't nobody teach 'em shit but me
- Damn...!!
- How will I die?
- -Homie only God knows
- How long will I live?
- -Homie only God knows
- How will I die?
- -Homie only God knows
- How long will I live?
- How will I die?
- -Homie only God knows
- How long will I live?
- -Homie only God knows
- How will I die?
- -Homie only God knows
- How long will I live?
- Tell me...
- And um...
- Look, listen and observe
- As we all pay close attention um..
- [Bushwick Bill]
- Look into my eyes
- Or should I say my eye
- And nigga ya see just why
- This can afraid to die
- Ever since birth I've been givin' the short hand
- It didn't hurt but it made me a smart man
- And I kept my guards up, my head tight, my shit
- cocked, my heart stoned
- The red light, my lips locked
- Talking ain't squashin', nigga where I'm from
- Nigga if you want some grab your gatt please
- And I'ma handle all your petty shit
- Before you ever get to make it to your pump, you already lit
- I spit round after round after round
- Everybody hit the ground
- Lookin' at death 'till my last slug
- I show ya hoes what this drama is
- Bring your family round this killa
- and I'm peelin' all ya mama's kids
- The more love, the more blood
- Bitches rat-a-tat-tat on that hat 'till there's no slugs
- That they nothin' but a five letter word to me
- And it's gonna be like that 'till somebody grab their
- gatt and try to murder me
- Nigga, I don't give a fuck
- If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts?
- It's the land of the lost
- Slip one time, and ya bound to pay the cause
- Nigga...
- Now as I walk through the alley, I feel the shadow of death
- My mind's on murder, my hand's on the tech
- Whether Black, White, Asian, or Latin
- Puerta Rican, never matter once I'm creepin' you know
- whats hapnin', fool
- Kill or get killed, peel or get peeled
- Either way those slugs gonna spill
- Buck me in my chest, buck me in my head
- But you can't kill VonBushman motherfuckas
- I'm already dead
- (Murder him)Nigga I don't give a fuck
- If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts?
- (Murder him)Fool I don't give a fuck
- If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts?
- (Can we murder him)Bitch I don't give a fuck
- If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts?
- (Straight murder him)Yo I don't give a fuck
- If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts?
- I wake up every day to the agony, sufferin' and sorrow
- Tragedies be havin' me too sad to see tomorrows
- But I just say "Fuck it", take a deep breath
- Get my heat set, and make the streets sweat
- I get my kicks off the dodgin' and duckin'
- That they do when they see mob through robbin' and buckin'
- Once again I'm on a killing spree
- I willingly load it and lock it and put them out they misery
- If you don't know you better ax' somebody
- How I blast these bitches like a black Jon Gotti
- Now we find out that your not so slick
- As the clock goes (*Tick*)
- And the glock goes (*Click*)
- I show ya pussies what ya thinkin'
- As your body becomes numb from the bullets that I'm blastin'
- I ain't scared to get the red in these dreads
- Meet me at the crossroads, muthafucka
- I'm already dead
- (Murder him)Nigga I don't give a fuck
- If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts?
- (Shall we murder him)Fool I don't give a fuck
- If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts?
- (Can we murder him)Bitch I don't give a fuck
- If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts?
- (Straight murder him)Yo I don't give a fuck
- If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts?
- (Straight murder him)I don't give a fuck
- If anybody killa in here, fool where ya nuts?
- (Straight murder him)I don't give a fuck
- If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts?
- (Straight murder him)I don't give a fuck
- If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts?
- (Straight murder him)Fool I don't give a fuck
- If anybody killa in here, bitches where ya nuts?
- [Bushwick]
- Yeah, muthafuckas better watch out
- Wolfgang VonBushwicken the Barbarian Bill
- Hello? Is anybody out there? Can you hear me?
- It's about to happen
- [chorus x13]
- Dr. Wolfgang Von Bushwicken the Bavarian Bill
- [Watch me][Kill]
- Straight outta nightmares, somewhere
- A rare glimpse of Bushwick
- I'm off on some sick shit
- My mind still plays tricks
- It is I says me, I agree with my inner self
- Thinkin' and contemplate on all the pain that my enemies felt
- At the hands of this madman
- Catscans can't prove that I'm crazy
- I wanna chop bodies daily
- Oh God save me, Dahmer was a minor case
- Get a load of Chuckwick
- Eye to eye, face to face
- Evil thoughts hit me when I get distraught
- Easily hidden, I'm never gettin' fuckin' caught fool
- Lucky Chuckie
- Trust me in your house and watch
- You'll go into shock, chokin' on your blood clot
- Don't mind me
- I know it's in this mind I'm sick
- And you just try to survive a visit from the
- [chorus x8]
- Haha, horrifyin', part of me's a big man
- I went to Cypress Hill they learned how to kill a man
- Menace Clan showed me who the devil was
- Kicked it wit Dre, got that killin' off that chronic buzz
- Just because, to show the world I ain't a punk
- I got dead bodies rottin' in my Benz trunk
- Trunk of funk, call it what you want to
- Make sure I'm gone, and not behind you
- Because in dreams, I'm breemin' Scotty dead bodies
- Don't try to run, you can't escape this (????) dread
- Yes I'm dead, and always stay a step ahead
- And if I stay behind your ass is mines anyway
- Play it wit shark, I like to kick body parts
- It's an art, to choppin' up hearts kid
- Did what I did because I know in this mind I'm sick
- And you just try to survive a visit from the
- [chorus x14]
- (feat. Sherm)
- [Intro]
- Doctor Wolfgang I heard you was a mastermind of crimes baby
- and I'd like you to break it down for me
- and have a nigga know about the criminal aspects
- and it’s subliminal criminal aspect of a brother's life and all that ...
- Man, nigga you need to get in, get out and get something
- (I need some of that muthafunkin dollarbill)
- Nigga what, ain’t nobody given me no handouts (break it down for me)
- Yeah I’ma tell you how it goes
- [Verse 1: Bushwick Bill]
- It ain’t your average crime, it fits one of mines
- I tried to warn ‘em at first but I’ve got to prove it this time
- They call me Chuck Wick, the 5th ward, hard crippler
- Niggas think I’m the devil, bitches hail me like Hitler
- But still, I’m real with these skills that I’ve mastered
- Peelin your caps backwards so I’ve never been captured
- So I’m physically and mentally relentless
- I live for the killing, and Chuckie’s my accomplice
- And me, I’m a psycho coma
- Killer with the skills, releasin these tales of drama
- That fuck around and sell a million copies still
- Motherfucking coppers wanna watch me chill
- That lets me know I'm on they brain
- so they're never out my range, cause I'm shootin like Danny Ainge
- Dumpin two clips minimal, now I’m at your funeral
- Should’ve never fucked with the subliminal criminal
- [Chorus]
- It’s the subliminal criminals at the door
- The enemies didn’t know they had a loaded 4-4
- And he's cockin his Glock, each one is gon’ drop
- (and your wicked) just can’t be stopped
- [Verse 2: Sherm]
- Well it's Sherm, who dat comin up to the bath, as I rat-tat-tat-tat
- Grab yo gat and watch your fucking back
- This ain’t no ho-gang, bitch, it's on the real
- So you best to be packin your steel, or you bitch be getting killed
- Jackings and robberies ain't nothin but hobbies
- So you best to check your vest and don’t be rollin by me sloppy
- Cos I’ma jack you, fool I’ma get you
- 9 millimeter spray hit you bitch and let ya split ya
- So knuckle down or motherfucker knuckle up
- ‘Bout to get fucked all that Chucks
- So don’t push your motherfucking luck
- 357, 9 millimeter, or the Tec-9 shine
- If I see bitch-made pulling next to me I can be goin for mine
- Old-school motherfucker, but I’m only 18
- Steppin hard for the scene, in ’95 you gon’ see what I mean
- Fillin up the hospital, stressin out my mental
- So say what’s up to a subliminal criminal
- [Outro]
- Dr. Wolfgang Von Buschwicken The Barbarian Mother-funky Stay High Dollar Billstir
- is gonna break down what makes up a subliminal criminal
- and why it’s a white-collar crime
- ["Subliminal":]below the threshold of conscious perception
- inadequate to produce conscious awareness
- ["Criminal":]of evolvin or havin the nature of a person
- who has committed or being legally convicted guilty of a crime
- It is shameful and disgraceful that you don’t know what time it is
- [Bushwick Bill]
- Yes
- We're here to talk about those who
- Are considered to be an elected official
- Who said it was official that when they was elected
- That everything that they dealt with had me in mind
- As a human being, as a man
- But not as a slave or three fifths human
- I have the right to bear arms
- What makes you think I respect you?
- [VERSE 1: 3D]
- Hello Mr. President, residents of the White House, excuse me
- I'd like to know, have you ever enjoyed an old-time gangster movie?
- With the white man ringin shots on blocks
- With their clean shave and pin strip-suits
- Bootleggin-whiskey-rapin-black-women-and-havin-a-fat-stack-of-loot
- Undercover David Duke, isn't it true
- The gangster movement started long before my time
- Long before the hair rag, gangster sag
- Finger signs and love for nines?
- Damn, in your minds and in your hearts
- Is the hate really that deep, what's truly goin on?
- Knockin me for the words I write
- For writin movie scripts by whites like Mr. Al Capone
- [Bushwick Bill]
- Yeah
- America
- A land that made Christopher Columbus
- A historian for bringing madmen, white slaves, and rapists
- Kennedy, his dad was a bootlegger for Al Capone
- Became President
- Isn't it evident
- That those who sit in the residence
- Are not president?
- [VERSE 2: 3D]
- Now why you wanna try to knock me
- Cause I'm black, got a gat
- Twist my hat and all, listen to Mr. Scarface
- Think about the way the government wants to hold us back
- As a matter of fact
- I believe the whole system is a huge crime scene
- And everyday they're doin the dirty work
- And layin it on us niggas, if you know what I mean
- So don't corrupt your own minds foolin yourself
- Tryin to lay it on the black man
- I'm a young gee tryin to leave poverty
- With a gat in my black hand
- So white heathen, taken straight out of
- The crate of a mouth of a babe
- Yeah, a honkey can't stop what a honkey started
- And the ghetto's what you honkeys made
- [Bushwick Bill]
- That's right, sittin up there in the White House
- With your homosexual mentalities and female persuasions
- Yeah, I'm talkin to all the J. Edgar Hoovers
- That are still left in there
- All the big brothers that are watching
- I hope you're listenin
- Cause the bad shit you put on criminals has made the citizens take control
- [VERSE 3: 3D]
- Now Sergeant hit ya, get with ya
- Let's get back to the issue, continue dissin
- My way of livin, so a little nigga like me
- Gots to go and dish ya this mission
- Hopin that the message that I'm sendin
- Gets through to you and your people
- Devil, look at your own dirty past
- Before you come to me with your blue-eyed evil
- If I kill 30 innocent, would you write
- A movie about me and spare
- My life, or would you lock me up with triple life
- And strap me down in the electric chair?
- See, it's not about the sign I throw up
- Or where I roam, or what a nigga wear
- See cracker, it's all about respect for your hood
- Your clique, and all of those whose pain with you share
- [Bushwick Bill]
- That's right, pain
- The pain that I feel
- Is the pain from shame
- The shame that you've caused me
- For over 400 years of protection
- The pain that I have within me
- The rage that is flaming
- Makes me wanna say the things that I say
- Do the things that I do
- And let you know
- That when you look at me
- Or look down at me
- Or look across from your side of the world to my side
- That what you have failed to realize
- Is that you've put me in projects
- I realize it was an experiment
- So when you put me in jail
- I realize I just made it through the millions
- I'm just another rat that made my cheese
- And you couldn't stand it
- But what can all the big cats do
- When all the rats wanna get fat
- But try to cut down on the cheese
- What you don't realize is that you're jerkin yourself
- Killin your own existence
- You're all walking dead men, and don't know it
- With book sense and street sense
- If you had street intelligence
- You would really know
- That you're one footstep between life and death
- That the mouth is a open grave
- And you've offered me the right to elect you to a bullet
- Which is a straight shot to the top, right?
- And what goes up must come down
- That's why it's goin down right now
- You can smell the smoke
- See the flames
- And see the bodies that are left on the ground
- Because the flag
- Red, white and blue
- And the stars from all the years you've whupped me and mines
- I still see
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