Prowlers Tourney Track....Teamin with Last Poet to form "White Chocolate", the worst-dancing, laziest duo ever formed
phant flow delivery flows freestyle freestyles underground rap hip hop eminem beats battle battles dope
Lyrics
Hey yo 10 9 8 7 6 5 4....../
Phant and Last Poet bout to slam the door/
On these kids who wanna contest without a vest/
Wont settle for less, the pedal is pressed (We bout to ride)/
I'll sever and kill e-ver-y girl in Beverly Hills.../
Whose chest isnt real, my temper is ill/
And Im back to show you how verses hurdle the track/
As I hit you off with a murderous verbal attack/
This shit is over, spit thoughts like flame throwers/
Acid rain over the track like Range Rovers/
Yea, its the hardest new whitey in rap/
You biters are wack, I'll fight you with a knife in my back/
Cuz Im hard, rocks crumble whenever I speak at you/
Beat cracks through all Rome and Greek statues/
Wreak havoc, huge cats receive tattoos.../
Of me slappin brats til bones crack through....
(HOOK)
Im makin my comeback and bout to get it poppin with one track/
With Last Poet, take the weapons off of the gun rack/
We gonna blast back and slap the first person.../
Who says this track's wack, thats crap, cuz Im certain.../
You aint gonna hear another song on the board like this/
I'm born to spit, Poet's sword is swift/
And when we teamin up competitors are forced to quit/
And if they keep goin, someone call the coroners quick/
Cuz we wont hesitate, and if clowns just keep rappin/
Shit'll hit the fans like Artest and Steve Jackson/
P's crashin, freak tracks with peak tactics/
Beat smashin, beat dads and leave bastards/
Speak fast a-cross the beat when I rip it, it's on/
Peak? No limit, Im just kidding this song/
So when I sit down and finally make a track for real/
Jesus Christ's even jealous of my Mass Appeal...
(HOOK)
Hey yo fuck commercial, wont wait for haters to sign me/
But when I hear this beat, its like Gladiators behind me/
Yo Poet, get me hyped up, knock ya socks off/
Rock to the rhythm in cells, pop the locks off/
Top dogs, brutal in rap, I see no end of this/
We're known to quarter rappers and beat em with their appendages/
Yea, this venemous, a style you cant handle/
Try to and end up a head on Phant's mantle/
Yo man, you wouldnt believe how I do this/
So pull up ya sleeves, I'll show you just how rowdy I get/
Cuz Im a mothafuckin beast, you want it then just say so/
Leave you laid out on the floor like last time you stage-dove/
We aint wack, is that clear? I mean crystal/
Cuz we silence the critics like death to Gene Siskel/
My man Poet, on beats he cant be topped and.../
Im droppin mics and walkin off stages like Randy Watson
