[Male Vocal]
Phantom Juggernaut, crash through your defenses
Like Beans said, "Who shot ya? Who wants beef with big Papa??"
Your whole squad folding, I’m rolling clear like Pac
Lyrically popping pretenders- bodies litter the block. Speed-demon flow, Tech N9ne surgical precision. Your fucking squad buried deep—Eazy’s decision.
Like Fifty told Jay: "What's 50 cents to a dollar?"
I’m worth more than your legacy, your whole crew can holler.
Eric Sermon warned, no crossovers allowed.
This ain’t LL chasing charts—I'm raw, and fucking loud.
Bars stay street, underground till the end.
Phantom Juggernaut's moving—watch the world bend.
[Hook]
Phantom moves through the city (What!)
K&A to Somerset getting gritty (Yeah!)
Chester to North Philly
Juggernaut force, ain't nothing pretty
Watch the ground shake (Boom!)
See the earth break (Doom!)
Juggernaut's awake
Bitch - your rap game's fake (A Tomb!!)
From Chester to North Philly, lyrical force they can’t contain.
Like Nas dropped "Ether," left Jay feeling that pain.
You hiding kids like Drake when Pusha made it rain?
Exposing frauds, breaking every link in their chain.
Watch me flip multis like Em did MGK
"Named yourself after a gun but got killed anyway.
Turned that boy to bone dust, he lost - hey.
Your bars weak—child’s play, fucking destruction. Busta chaos with Tech's speed—total combustion.
Eric’s words ringing, “Don’t crossover for fame.” Stay real to the craft— bitch respect the game.
Like Beans, I bump niggas to keep my practice sharp.
Every line’s a body bag, every beat’s a body part.
No crossover antics, I’m built for the grind.
Eric told us to keep it real— I fucking shine.
[Hook]
Phantom moves through the city (What!)
K&A to Somerset getting gritty (Yeah!)
Chester to North Philly
Juggernaut force, ain't nothing pretty
Watch the ground shake (Boom!)
See the earth break (Doom!)
Juggernaut's awake
Bitch- your rap games fake (a tomb)
Jay bragging 'bout the blueprint? Boy, stay in your lane, a mogul you? Nah, a prisoner in golden chains,
Beanie built the legacy; you just profited pain.
The Roc crumbled like atoms split under my glare,
You traded brotherhood for banknotes and billionaire stares. How you preach "God MC" when your crown is rusted?
The Roc splintered ‘cause your word couldn’t be trusted. Jay, you played chess with pawns dipped in gold,
But your moves left cracks that the streets now hold.
Beanie’s the blueprint; you’re a shadow at best,
I atom-smash these bars, leaving no truth suppressed.
Explosions in my words like colliders unleashed,
Every bar a detonation- You have a front seat
I’m the architect of chaos, a verbal napalm,
Dropping Murdergrams daily—intellectual Vietnam.
You got straps, better take hints or take hits -
Juggernaut ain’t stopping till the whole game’s twisted.
Underground king, spitting bars ballistic.
Your defenses? Paper. Your squad? Fiction.
Phantom Juggernaut—fuck the whole system.
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