Uh huh... Johnny Phase... Comin at ya with another one..... TIMELESS..

Yo I do things dolo, always ridin solo

You know my FO FO makes cats freeze like photos
So $#&@ bozo's who snitch and run to po po
I'm loco, my flows cold I got raps in chokeholds

So ya can't test me, I got the recipe
To make ya destiny nothin less then unlived memories
Unholy entities remember me from centuries ago

When I would flow to Lucifer pretendin to be sold
You know I don't roll like that, just the devil
Promised me (*##$es and luxury if I spit fire raps--

Like a wire tap, I got my ears open
No jokin if wack cats rap they get their nose broken
Dro smokin, I got exotic herbs to burn

$#&@ turnin over a new leaf, I neva learn
Neva concerned, make sure the evidence burns up
This worlds tough, can't even hold on to your first love

She was the 1 that got away, Now I let the
Shotti spray if i'm pissed off so stay outta my way
I've gone reckless, nah $#&@ that I been that

Where da (*##$es at so I can hit that like whiplash
You (*##$asses, to #~!!@ to skip classes
Wit your wrist flashin, and dancin, your !@$)gots

That's all there is to it, accept it, respect this
You know i'm $#&@in hungry, so give me your necklace
I'm watchin your sweat drip, no hidin your shook

Puttin thoughts into my rhymes and crimes like i'm writin a book
None of ya'll got %#@! on that, i'm the aristocrat of rap
And if you diagree, you mismatch the facts

Like blowback from overseas operations
That's when the public is lied to about our situation
Erasin' hatred , i've wasted patience now it's back to

The basics, slayin' illuminatic masons
Ima patriot, and you can't fake the %#@!
Catchin !@$(s and $$#holes who be takin pics

To give to the cops, then they get their %#@! rocked
Wit socks filled wit six rocks when they hit the pit stop
This %#@! is serious, not a $#&@ing game

You cats are somethin lame if you rap just for the fame
I guess some things neva change Except for your friends,
And then your enemies stay the same it's insane

I know, but that's just the way it goes
So my flow will bless ya ears to cleanse your soul
Phase, AKA Cook the Crook

Or Johnny, so don't try me, you'll get juxed look
At my history, it's inflicted misery in these busy
Streets, it ain't a mystery to see I ain't feelin grief

And ima steal the streets by storm
writin my poems like an art form, gettin ya heart torn
From the inside out, ya'll know what im about

And that's all I have to say for now so i'm out