with a shit load of prior's Something out of nothing, a team full of MacGuyvers Deep sea dive for the fishscale Tryna find a better price, man that ship sale Take a
uhh, back to the lecture at hand Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let 'em understand From a young G's perspective and before me dig out A bitch I have to find a
cold brown mixed got me **** This whole talk about she know, **** on a empty stomach Buy out the mall and hugged the block A hundred "Dall" wood green and a phantom
with a toast, end with a dose Of the light green cheeba rolled in a Cohiba It?s Sunday, so you know how the Forge is Weather gorgeous, not a cloud in
] But, uh, back to the lecture at hand Perfection is perfected, so Im a let em understand From a young gs perspective And before me dig out a bitch I have ta find a
But uh back to the lecture at hand Perfection is perfected so Im a let em understand From a young Gs perspective And before me dig out a bitch I have ta find a
fucking goons And I done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news A neutral mover, truly cool with a bunch of crews Better keep a shooter, there's always
it gave me a terrible fright Yeah, yeah, phantom writer My name's in the sky Yeah, yeah, phantom writer Why? Why, oh, why? Phantom writer Tell me you
-A-Lynn Jack, Jack-A-Lynn Jack, Jack-A-Lynn Jack, Jack-A-Lynn Jack, Jack, Jack-A-Lynn Jack, Jack-A-Lynn Jack, Jack-A-Lynn Jack, Jack-A-Lynn
to the lecture at hand Perfection is perfected, so, I'm 'a let 'em understand From a young G's perspective And before me dig out a bitch, I have ta' find a
'm sorry, yeah but you know I can't leave y'all alone tonight Ain't nothin' goin' on tonight 'Cause I'm the phantom in your opera, yeah I'm the phantom
Empty Stomach By Out The Mall, Then Hug The Block, Hundred Thou Wood Grain In A Phantom Drop, Then I Cruise In The Club Got My Ruge In The Club, Pay A Bouncer A
begin with a toast, end with a dose of the light green cheeba, rolled in a Cohiba It's Sunday, so you know the Forge is Weather gorgeous, not a cloud
back to the lecture at hand Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let em understand from a young G's perspective And before me dig out a bitch I have to find a
a minute, wait a minute Im bout to tease u with this remix Wait a minute, wait a minute Im bout to fade up this remix Wait a minute, wait a minute
. . . PHANTOM (unseen, a ghostly echo of RAOUL's words) Christine . . . CHRISTINE What was that? (A moment, as their eyes meet. The mood changes
space. The boat turns into a bed. There is a huge pipe organ. The PHANTOM sits at the organ and takes over the accompaniment) PHANTOM I have brought
] [Suffa:] What a soulful old anthem You used to burn brighter, now you couldn't hold a lighter to a lantern Went from fighter to a phantom Invited inside
