Mr. Lif - Phantom (feat. El-P) Lyrics
f/ El-P[LIF]Check it outI been waitin', playin', for a long timeX amount of thoughts carried out in my mindI turn on the TV, I see crimeScript written diligently and aired on timePush the power button, now I'm to the tower somethinOpened up my fridge and found nothinTipped to my room with an aura of gloomWishin' I could write another tuneBut my hands are paralyzed, plus my eyesWanna shed tears, but it's not possible, there'sThe burden of things I couldn't bearFeelings weren't dealt with properlyRemorse follows meWith his good friend, the threat of povertyHere's where I am, versus where I think I oughtta beThere's a certain chance I'm a victim of circumstanceI take a look at myself and at first glanceI see who I recently thought to be meBased on identities public and privateBehold the radio pirate, ya niggaA felon, chillin' with a gun to your melonA pimp with his pockets swellin', a jesterA slave with wounds that fester, the wanna-bePre-med 3-D dread an academic rejectHopin' to detect life, erect what god gaveHuman laws are laid, we go to war, come backAnd come up with moreI'm kind, friendly, your worst enemyCharming, crass, and potentiallyDangerous, have you ever heard of such?I'm invisible and impossible to touch[EL-P]This is not my beautiful melting identityThe thoughts that I can't manipulate for the safe lineIs personal, one amongst many is the macro,Made from the pain of the fragile(repeat 3x)[LIF]I still say fresh dope and things of that sortI don't shoot up, smoke crack, or take shortsYour thoughts are always welcome, I seldomWon't enter another's perspective, corrective lensesAre somethin' that I wear, so I can see the globe real clearLook, there's famine over there, plus the families in fearOf disease and distress that lingers in the airThese are the words of a man in purgatoryWords of a simpleton living in oblivionIs this the model for life you will envisioninfree as can be in a world of imprisonment?I dare you to check new territoryAmerican dream?Time for another storyOne where I don't choke to keep afloatI'm sick of livin' on false visions of hopeWith a knife to my own throatStick of dynamite inside my overcoatBecause I know the ropesReality in this world is bought and soldA very limited scope of life is shownAnd I'm just one of the mold, fully controlledLeft to erode in my humble abodeYou won't hear me because I got no lootYou don't hear me because you don't computeI'm docile, psycho, have you heard of such?I'm invisible and impossible to touchSingle mother, who are you?(I phantom)Office worker, who are you?(I phantom)Caught up in the system, who are you? (I phantom)Tryin' to earn a living, who are you? (I phantom)Depressed and uninspired, who are you? (I phantom)Hard-workin', broke and tired, who are you? (I phantom)Seekin' education, who are you? (I phantom)Can't get ahead no matter what you do? (I phantom)
