Name: No You Cant Feat. PDA
Duration: 2 min 41 s
Channel: The Phantom
Description: "No You Cant Feat. PDA" is a song by The Phantom 816. 3rd verse is dedicated them 'Real Sick' faggots who keepin talkin shit on everybody. www.soundclick.com/rs f*** them

No You Cant Feat. PDA

The Phantom 816

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3rd verse is dedicated them 'Real Sick' faggots who keepin talkin shit on everybody. www.soundclick.com/rs f*** them

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The Phantom 816

From the complex linguistics of The Phantom's lyrics, to the soulful sequences of his beats, to his superp rhythm, it is easy to justify why The Phantom is quickly gaining critical acclaimations for his second solo effort: De Ja Vu: Vol. 2. Dubbed to posses the "voice of God", he brings to a vast field trite and triviol music, the long awaited nutrient of the future of Hip Hop. The Phantom shines to prove he is versatile and innovative. Fans say: LMM abercrombie: your music describes your personality..like youre music has intelectual words in it..youre not the average black rapper your an intellegent one! Poetical LieSins: Everytime I hear his music, I think it can't get any better. Then I hear something better. Not even the sky is the limit for him. JayC816: U 2 last cds need to be on a rap chart somewhere JayC816: my goodness nigga

Song Info

Genre

Hip-Hop • Battles/Disses

Charts

#121,460 today Peak #296

#3,265 in subgenre Peak #9

Author

The Phantom

Rights

2006

Uploaded

April 14, 2006

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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 2:41

Story behind the song

them real sick bitches was talkin shit thats why i did it.

Lyrics

im on a mission to spread a message of wisdom until you get it/
ill kick it these wicked lyrics with venim till your infected/

my chemisty's somethin' next to divinity so complex that im fenna be/
touch heads with infinity, pause/

look man, this rap industry is already took and/
the phantom is him but the dude aint even from brooklyn/

where he from/ he's from the middle of da map/
aint no crunk music but shit you bound to hear a clap/ oh

that flow, is at its apex you at yo plateu/
gats blow, whenever beef gets outside the wax yo/

I saw the game at a standstill goin' down just like anvils/
for your pain im the advil, hottest flame imma bad dude/

i guess my arrival is like bad news/
im sick of the radio, always playin' these old fools/

old tunes recycled, think they hot cuz they got pro tools/
grooves are vital, but you nada so yo flows lose/

and i know they dont wanna see me/
cuz i aint never said imma p-i-m-p/

how the hell you been rich since the age of 13/
from the suburbs pimpin' but you now you say that you street/

I'm unpopular cuz im not pop i mixed hip hop/
and rock wit different genres on da block/

the game will never see, a rapper like me/
cuz i been writin' scriptures since the age of three so/


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you cant fuck with the phantom no you cant/
you cant fuck with the phantom no you cant/

sound the alarms and call an ambulance/
you cant fuck with him, you cannot touch this/

you cant fuck with the phantom no you cant/
you cant fuck with the phantom no you cant/

he cant, be stopped, he's jackin' all ya fans/
He cant, be stopped and he, will not stop/

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I went from, bangin' on tables to reading aesops fables/
to rollin' on, farris wheels while ya'll rollin on bagels/

i came from suckin' on titties to teen years with no pity/
to stackin' k's by the fifty now im still suckin' on titties/

uh, Im the renaisance nigga dont you ever forget it/
i dont need no chick, cuz im in love with my image/

Now I have the precision of ginsu in the kitchen/
power blastin' intuitive vivid lyrics to christians/

atheist five percenters to every faith and religion/
im goliath in this rap thing amongst little midgets/

What i see in this nation is all victomization/
talkin dat he say she say pointing fingers at races/

 keep it real and authentic and stop concealing our/
image of who we are in the inner why cuz its killin' the vintage/

but they dont wanna hear me sayin' this here/
but fuck dat the phantom ova dis year bitch/


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Some might even say that im twisted while a nigga be kickin them lyrics 
flippin' sylables dishin linguistics imma be in critical condition have the game

in a pitiful submision gotta flame and the heat is my mission/
got ya labels heated mad and pissed when my name is the one with the hits/

i confident in my game cuz there's no one ahead of me/
talk dat ish if ya wanna cuz i got more dogs than pedigree/

imma a force to be reconned with, lemme me make that a bit clearer/
only thing that can come close to steppin to me is a mirror/

cuz ya'll aint even inferior to me your non existent/
and then real sick internet spitting gangstas are bitches/

come talk to me when ya'll know, how to keep with the rhythm/
ya'll off beat what you know bout counting them figures/

ya'll gunna be counting ya'll teeth or ya body's floating in rivers/
cuz one by one imma rip ya, and thats only with lyrics/

and I got homies from hella nations im global already/
and ya'll just phonys and playa hataz ya brain is confeddi blow/

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