I speak graffiti in the haunting, The ghost writer
The phantom painter, Poltergiest lone ink rider
Think higher, I grasp the paper mask and disguise
I attack the divine, Enclose the path to my rhymes
On the page, I enter the zone, my task to revive
To plaster the mind with the devils laughter inside
Sipping wine, As I mind read the invisible library
Writing in tranquality till the pen acts lively
My tounge tieing ability leave's mc's trapped in my calligraphy
The letter army alpha omega squadron letting off artillery
My art moves like TV, motion freelancing freely
Walking the ocean's till man can't see me
Emsulify novel's in liquid puzzles as my riddles
Muffles the middle of your brain, and make your head jiggle
The Phantom Painter will make ya skin tingle
Invisible lingua singer, battling on the auditory
Audio gory as I rap horror on my PJ's top storey