[Intro] (Beat starts with a heavy 808 sub, but layered with a classic, crisp Roland TR-808 cowbell and snare scratch) (Spoken word - Slick Rick style, smooth but tense) (Yeah)... gathering my thoughts in the dim light. Got a lot of static in my head tonight. You see// the room is quiet/ but the chest is tight= Let me tell you a little story about how a phantom fights... (Check it). [Verse 1 - The Moody Storytelling] Once upon a time in a mind so dark/ Lived a young phantom trying to leave his mark¡ Walking down the block/ hands deep in the coat/ Got a heavy-ass feeling sitting right in my throat/ The sky is looking grey, and the mood is real low>/But inside the engine, the embers start to glow/ Met a man on the corner/ he was talking real slick/ Tried to step on my toes, tried to play a cheap trick¡ Now/ usually/ I’m cool/ I just glide on past/ But today my patience is running out fast// I looked him in the eyes/ didn’t say a single word</ Just the loudest silence that you ever bloody heard. [Chorus - The High-Energy Outburst] (The trap hats start rolling fast, the anger boils over) I’m moody inside but I’m ready to explode! Heavy on the mind/ got a heavy-ass load! Yeah, I’m angry today, don't you cross that line, Got the old school soul with a brand new grind! Bounce to the rhythm, let the bass drum bang// This is how the phantom and the shadows hang! [Verse 2 - The Angry Escalation] Now the energy is pumping/ running hot through my veins/ Like a runaway bullet>/ breaking out of the chains/ He backed up slow/ saw the fire in my stare^/ Realized the phantom isn’t playing fair¿ I ain't trying to be a villain, I’m just pushed to the edge/ Standing right here on a emotional ledge/ It’s a 1980th flow but the bass is from tomorrow>/ Got a lot of anger mixing up with the sorrow/ So I stepped to the mic, let the story unfold/ A tale of a phantom that was never told. Left 'em standing on the pavement/ looking completely dazed// While the track underneath me is totally blazed¡ [Outro] (Beat starts to strip back down to just the heavy trap bass and a classic scratch) Yeah/ Keep your distance when the mood gets tense/ Just a phantom writing history, making perfect sense// La-di-da-di... we like to party... But don't mess with the spirit. Peace¡ (Beat cuts out sharply on a heavy snare)
