Phantom Blocks

Shadows creep on the floor Shadows From the trap to the grave we ride till we float In this concrete jungle where the room is old Born in the fire where the weak get the viral Mama's prayer is echo, but the devil got the power Avenge in my vein Black boys and nine and jess Oh, it's looking close, but I'm blessed with finesse Said I'm blessed with finesse Like thunder in the storm, my head's tickin' fade Everybody fall from chat town with us to the east Going on, we paint the walls red It is fun to transform, no heroes here Just us and a rare few lords, he's a blade That's deep when it's true, hustle to the casket That's the code we pursue when the drill Life love's just a fleeting tattoo Shadows creep on the sirens, never sleep Gloving my ways, all heavy like the beef Sliding through the night, no peace in the streets Wrong wrong move and it's lights out no retreat We drill for the lost pay the cost with our souls Blood on the pavement, that's the story I'm forced From the trap to the grave we ride till we fold In this concrete jungle where the room is old Born to the flesh, through like the dawn Another soul snatch, but the war carries on Packs and stash, but the pain weighs a ton Lies on the prize but the trick is my son I'll whisper to the women in my sins But the streets put me back where the cycle begin Rivals in the scope, no room for the grins While I'm cool and the silence descends Like twins, dark sins, I'm low Like the grief in my chest, rapid Fire thoughts, no time for the rest From the joke pits deep, where the broken are blessed With a mask and a mission, people fears to the test Tear drops mixed with the rain on the snoop Roamies turn to memories in this endless loop We chase the hide but it's all just a scoop Of the chaos that claims it, an eternity's group While we trapped in this cage Cage in the rage Echoes of the fallen Echoes of the fallen Turn the page with the blades From the slide through the haze Leave them bodies wide spread up in these bars Blood from the scars on my head For the ones who ain't making this once for the dead No cap in my tails, just the rock and the real Still in my grip, it's a ultimate seal From the glock to the booth we keep spinning the wheel And the drill symphony violence is the appeal While I threaten the night, and the breeze starts to slide High praise for my pulse, no place left to hide These shadows In the heart of the storm Shadows creep on the blow Shadows creep on the blow Shadows creep on the blow Shadows creep on the blow Shadows creep on the blow Shadows creep on the blow Shadows creep on the blow Shadows creep on the blow Shadows creep on the blow Shadows creep on the blow Shadows creep on the blow Shadows creep on the blow Shadows creep on the blow Shadows creep on the blow Shadows creep on the blow Shadows creep on the blow Shadows creep on the blow Shadows creep on the blow Shadows creep on the blow Shadows creep on the blow Shadows creep on the blow Shadows creep on the blow