Phantasmo
• Written by ClydeCyrus
ClydeCyrus's Notes
This is one of my multiple-year old verses originally intended for my "Hilluminati" mixtape that never happened. It was just collecting mental dust so I figured I'd share it with you guys. Another old verse coming very soon.
I like my chicks tan, wristband worth 6 bands
My album's dropping like a bike without a kick stand
While your career is slowly sinking like it's quicksand
My swag's as phat at Biggie standing next to stic.man
It's ham like piggies the way that I'm killing tracks
My pockets filled with bands, we've got up-to-the-ceiling stacks
Hilluminati, hope you noticed the word "Hill" in that
Tray Martin died some years ago but Clever's still in black
Hood on my head, Skittles & iced tea and I'm still in tact
How real is that? How real is that? I've got the illest raps
And all you rap about is dealing, traps, & stealing racks
And how your hood is where the killers and the dealers at
When in reality, your streets are more like Sesame
My family'd be glad to see ten million sitting next to me
And how to get it? Best believe I've got the recipe
But if I've got the tools it takes yto make it's up to destiny
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ClydeCyrus
Member since September 22 2013