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My lovers bless me with a billboard glow
Compassion present
Incandescent
I can’t stress it
I can wield more slow

I’ve been grindin’ in the South
Next year, I’m tryna feel more snow
Niggas ask me how to kill more shows

Now, last tape I made was woke
I’m still real
I just spill more flows
I’m still bored witcha stillborn prose
I’m Phil Ford
On my Phil Ford Flow

Ugh

Yeah, nigga

Here we go

Inglorious bastard
Casper,
The notorious rapper
In euphoria
Gettin’ after it
With little-to-no asterisk
Taking massive risks
Kickin’ ass as a pacifist
Though I’m rather pissed

Dan Rathers of this rap shit
Stan Mathers casualty
Saving up for the faculty
Only way you’ll stop it
Is to the shackle up the man that I’d rather be
Cause then I’d have to kick it casually

Yuh

Blast off on the Son of the Mask Off now
Mascot for that NASCAR Chevy van
I’m more heavy than
Breaths in every race that you ran
That dude can
Flow mo wicked than yo cousin and yo man

Why that beat sound sicker?
Phil Ford, nicka
Keep that flame
We will horde that flicka
Keep in store
What we figure
We get more
Leave it or
Take it
Stakes is too high
I’mma make it

Something, something billboard glow
Compassion present
I ca-
I ca-
I can wield more slow

On my Phil Ford Flow

Hey

Mastery on the level of Seymour Hoffman
You see more Kaufman
I’m the man and on the moon I’m free more often
Ghost Doggin’
Soapboxin’
‘Til the closed coffin
Floatin’ boats on your moat
Until I’m that ghost novel

What I wrote was scholarly
What I flowed was what you can bet on
I’m dead on
Buy you a stairway to heaven to get the LED out
You led on niggas with falsified principles while I lead
I’ll bleed for Nazi scalps ‘til my necks connected to trees

Off the sleeve
Off the cuff
So tough,
I’m Snow’s bluff
Think your soldiers bold enough?
Motherfucker, show enough

In closing:

Who’s the baddest, the prettiest?
Who’s the maddest, the wittiest?
Who’s emphatic, insidious?
Too dramatic and serious

You get captured in spirit
Under mysterious circumstances
When my verse enhances
Purpose and stances

Yuh

My lovers bless me with a billboard glow
Compassion present
Incandescent
I can’t stress it
I can wield more slow

I’ve been grindin’ in the South
Next year, I’m tryna feel more snow
Niggas ask me how to kill more shows

Now, last tape I made was woke
I’m still real
I just spill more flows
I’m still bored witcha stillborn prose
Phil Ford
On my Phil Ford Flow

Stakes is too high
We gon’ make it (x7)