Phantomatics(V1.02)

Bombed out in Bombay
You got me speaking francais
Ill be sleeping all day
If you come creeping on me
Then ill be moving with stealth
And ill be oozzing with health
And ill be cruising to wealth
Till i'll be loosening my belt
And ill be proving my self
Till theres no room on my shelf
for all the trophies in hell
And you can chauffeur me well
And ill be loosing my rhythm
But youll just get what your given
You cant be dead without living
Although you may be forgiven
For thinking opposite shizms
Take allens car youll be driven
From the lord you have striven
Long as the road remains hidden
Then youll be blind in the dark
Till you decide to embark
That’s right your picture is stark
Till youll be leaving your mark
Its like a whistling dame









Lets make a toast to the map
So just Don’t give me no crap
And just Don’t give me no turd
I swear I give you my word
U know No sober man slurred
This flow is far from absurd
U see my vision is blurred
We'll take The path of the bird
Im Flowing As the crow flies
U No I Tell you no lies
Get down u know I low lie
Although i Never know why
Would ever Let it go by
Just Let it show your show shy
The feline got you tongue tied
Cloud of carbon dioxide
Making you breath in that mess
Im receiving distress
Im talking needles in flesh
So come and feed from my breast