Well it's the G double E, take time to learn
That I'm a phantom comin' at 'em, and I'm ready to burn
There comes a time at a jam when you'll catch a glance
You turn around, but then you missed your chance
You'll see me one time, you'll never see me twice
Cause I'm mysterious, but yet cold as ice
Dip in the jam, say my peace, and release the smoke
Then I'm gone, and still tryin' to cope with this
Listen history's made through mystery
Plug in a rhyme and see how this could be
So def that you gotta kick
DJ Quick cuts to what my rhymes inflict
I cause shambles at a party, damage at a jam
So manage me not when the mic's in my hand
Cruisin' at a speed nobody can hang
So roll on me boy, and my gun goes... bang
Aw yeah that's right, listen to the rhyme
But hold on tight, cause I proceed to climb
Cause I'm a phantom, so you might get dropped
I float on air til I hit the top
Put on the foot gear you wear and let's get hype
Run with the phantom til the broad daylight
Bust it
Quick you can do this
Now, I'm the guy in the jam that you won't see until
It's time to get on stage and get ill
I'm a phantom, comin' right at 'em
But I let 'em loose, because I know that I had 'em
All in check, so they give me respect
Stand at attention when I speak, cause I come correct
Play on my rhymes like a hunch, but you won't get lucky
Give it up, don't even try to duck me
Rollin' like a bowlin' ball, feel the friction
Me on the beats like ma** addiction
I might come again, but then proceed to leave
Enter an exit like the chill of a breeze
Cause I'm a trooper, I'm gonna move your... bu*t
With just a rhyme on a twelve inch cut
Nothin' new, I've been doin' this thing for years
Bust out a girl, leave a brother in tears
Cause I'm an MC k**er, known to be slayer
Started out with just a mic and a record player
Now I've advanced to a system that's
Priced at twenty gees exact
Hit the studio, just to make my sound come crystal
Bust out a rhyme like the bullet from a pistol
Put on the foot gear you wear, get hype
Run with the phantom til the broad daylight
Bust it
Now get hype
Now everybody let's roll on the phantom of hip hop tip
Now I'm a rhyme so to make ya skip
I had to come up, think up, use a little ink up
Write a little rhyme, too strong to shrink up
T to the double O, N, the Ice
Yo, you ain't jack, you pretend to be nice
Comin' from the bottom all the way to the peak
I attack ya all, cause I brawl with speech
Impeach the boy who thinks he's best
I'm Nice Gee, and I'm more than def
I had to tell you all, I came to have a ball
And if a girl is deaf... she give me a call
Booty feelin', real dealin', got you in check, boy
I'm gettin' paid, so give me respect
I only ask for this because I don't wanna diss you
But if you ba** boy, that's what I'm gonna do
Without a slip up, I'm gonna rip up
I ain't playin', this is a stick up
I'm not an amateur, this is what I have for ya
Pump the ba**, now I'm a tax ya
Keepin' in stride, laughin' inside, dissin'
While MC's on the mic keep wishin'
To be like me, the capital G
While I'm a rhyme and take my time
There ain't no one like me
Put on the foot gear you wear and let's get hype
Run with the phantom til the broad daylight
Bust it