Phantom
Mr. Lif Lyrics


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(LIF)
Check it out
I been waitin', playin', for a long time
X amount of thoughts carried out in my mind
I turn on the TV, I see crime
Script written diligently and aired on time
Push the power button, now to devour somethin
Opened up my fridge and found nothin
Dipped to my room with an aura of gloom
Wishin' I could write another tune
But my hands are paralyzed, plus my eyes
Wanna shed tears, but it's not possible, there's
The burden of things I couldn't bear
Feelings weren't dealt with properly
Remorse follows me
With his good friend, the threat of poverty
Here's where I am, versus where I think I oughtta be
There's a certain chance I'm a victim of circumstance
I take a look at myself and at first glance
I see who I recently thought to be me
Based on identities public and private
Behold the radio pirate, ya nigga
A felon, chillin' with a gun to your melon
A pimp with his pockets swellin', a jester
A slave with wounds that fester, the wanna-be
Pre-med 3-D dread an academic reject
Hopin' to detect life, erect what god gave
Human laws are laid, we go to war, come back
And come up with more
I'm kind, friendly, your worst enemy
Charming, crass, and potentially
Dangerous, have you ever heard of such?
I'm invisible and impossible to touch

(EL-P)
This is not my beautiful melting identity
The thoughts that I can't manipulate for the safe line
Is personal, one amongst many is the macro,
Made from the pain of the fragile
(repeat 3x)

(LIF)
I still say fresh dope and things of that sort
I don't shoot up, smoke crack, or take shorts
Your thoughts are always welcome, I seldom
Won't enter another's perspective, corrective lenses
Are somethin' that I wear, so I can see the globe real clear
Look, there's famine over there, plus the families in fear
Of disease and distress that lingers in the air
These are the words of a man in purgatory
Words of a simpleton living in oblivion
Is this the model for life you will envision in
free as can be in a world of imprisonment?
I dare you to check new territory
American dream? Time for another story
One where I don't choke to keep afloat
I'm sick of livin' on false visions of hope
With a knife to my own throat
Stick of dynamite inside my overcoat
Because I know the ropes
Reality in this world is bought and sold
A very limited scope of life is shown
And I'm just one of the mold, fully controlled
Left to erode in my humble abode
You won't hear me because I got no loot
You don't hear me because you don't compute
I'm docile, psycho, have you heard of such?
I'm invisible and impossible to touch

Single mother, who are you? (I phantom)
Office worker, who are you? (I phantom)
Caught up in the system, who are you? (I phantom)
Tryin' to earn a living, who are you? (I phantom)
Depressed and uninspired, who are you? (I phantom)
Hard-workin', broke and tired, who are you? (I phantom)




Seekin' education, who are you? (I phantom)
Can't get ahead no matter what you do? (I phantom)

Overall Meaning

In the song 'Phantom' by Mr. Lif, he expresses his frustration and feelings of being trapped in a world that is controlled by systems and institutions. He starts by describing his state of mind, which is overwhelmed by the multitude of thoughts and emotions that he is experiencing. Mr. Lif then highlights some of the issues he sees with the society he lives in, such as the prevalence of crime and poverty. He acknowledges that his feelings stem from a lack of emotional processing, and he is burdened with the anguish of things that he could not bear. Mr. Lif talks about his identity, which is shaped by his public and private identities, the roles he plays in society, and how they influence his self-image. He sees himself as a member of the mold, fully controlled, and left to erode in his humble abode, with limited opportunities to break free. He emphasises that reality in his world is bought and sold, and only a very narrow scope of life is shown. Mr. Lif then calls out to people in different walks of life, asking them who they are, before concluding that he is a phantom, implying that he feels invisible and impossible to touch.


Line by Line Meaning

Check it out
Listen to me


I been waitin', playin', for a long time
I have been waiting and struggling for a while


X amount of thoughts carried out in my mind
I have a lot of thoughts going through my head


I turn on the TV, I see crime
When I watch TV, all I see is crime


Script written diligently and aired on time
These TV shows are carefully planned and broadcasted on schedule


Push the power button, now to devour somethin
I turn off the TV and try to find something to eat


Opened up my fridge and found nothin
There is no food in my refrigerator


Dipped to my room with an aura of gloom
I go to my room feeling sad


Wishin' I could write another tune
I want to write another song


But my hands are paralyzed, plus my eyes
I feel stuck and helpless, and my emotions are overwhelming me


Wanna shed tears, but it's not possible, there's
I want to cry, but I can't due to the burden of my emotions


The burden of things I couldn't bear
I am struggling with things that are difficult to cope with


Feelings weren't dealt with properly
I haven't properly dealt with my emotions


Remorse follows me
I feel guilty about my past choices


With his good friend, the threat of poverty
Poverty is always a constant threat in my life


Here's where I am, versus where I think I oughtta be
I feel like I should be in a better place in my life


There's a certain chance I'm a victim of circumstance
I may be a product of my environment and past experiences


I take a look at myself and at first glance
When I reflect on myself, I see the surface-level identity I have created


I see who I recently thought to be me
I see the identity I have recently created for myself


Based on identities public and private
My identity is shaped by both my public and private life


Behold the radio pirate, ya nigga
I am a radio pirate, a criminal hiding behind the anonymity of the radio


A felon, chillin' with a gun to your melon
I am a criminal holding a gun to your head


A pimp with his pockets swellin', a jester
I am a pimp who is making a lot of money, but I am also a fool who doesn't realize the error of my ways


A slave with wounds that fester, the wanna-be
I am a slave to my own desires, and my wounds never fully heal. I am also trying to be someone I am not


Pre-med 3-D dread an academic reject
I am afraid of failure in my academic pursuits, but I am also rejected by the academic community


Hopin' to detect life, erect what god gave
I am trying to find meaning in life and make the most of what I have


Human laws are laid, we go to war, come back
Human society is governed by laws which lead to war, and we always come back with even more problems


And come up with more
We create more problems than we solve


I'm kind, friendly, your worst enemy
I appear to be nice and friendly, but I am actually your worst enemy


Charming, crass, and potentially
I can be very charming, but I can also be very crude and I have the potential to do harm


Dangerous, have you ever heard of such?
I am a dangerous person, and it's hard to believe someone like me exists


I'm invisible and impossible to touch
I feel invisible and untouchable by society


This is not my beautiful melting identity
This is not the identity I want for myself


The thoughts that I can't manipulate for the safe line
I have thoughts that I can't express for fear of consequences


Is personal, one amongst many is the macro,
These thoughts are personal, but they are also part of a larger societal issue


Made from the pain of the fragile
These thoughts are the result of my own struggles and vulnerability


I still say fresh dope and things of that sort
I still enjoy good things and look for positivity


I don't shoot up, smoke crack, or take shorts
I don't do drugs or take the easy way out


Your thoughts are always welcome, I seldom
I am open to hearing other people's thoughts and perspectives, but I don't always agree with them


Won't enter another's perspective, corrective lenses
I won't try to understand someone else's perspective, but I will wear glasses to help me see the world more clearly


Are somethin' that I wear, so I can see the globe real clear
I wear glasses so I can see the world accurately


Look, there's famine over there, plus the families in fear
I am aware of the struggles of others, such as famine and fear


Of disease and distress that lingers in the air
People are suffering from disease and mental distress around the world


These are the words of a man in purgatory
These are the words of a man who feels like he is living in limbo


Words of a simpleton living in oblivion
These are the words of someone who feels ignorant and unaware of the world around them


Is this the model for life you will envision in
Is this what you want your life to look like?


free as can be in a world of imprisonment?
I want to be free in a world that feels constantly restrictive


I dare you to check new territory
I challenge you to explore new things and think outside the box


American dream? Time for another story
It's time to rethink the American dream and what it really means


One where I don't choke to keep afloat
A dream where I don't have to struggle to survive


I'm sick of livin' on false visions of hope
I'm tired of believing in things that never materialize


With a knife to my own throat
I feel like I am my own worst enemy, and I struggle with self-destructive thoughts


Stick of dynamite inside my overcoat
I am carrying a bomb inside me, waiting to explode


Because I know the ropes
I understand how the world works, but I don't necessarily like it


Reality in this world is bought and sold
The way we see reality is shaped by those who have power and money


A very limited scope of life is shown
We are only shown a limited view of what life can be like


And I'm just one of the mold, fully controlled
I am just like everyone else, and I feel controlled by society


Left to erode in my humble abode
I am stuck in my home, watching time pass me by


You won't hear me because I got no loot
Nobody pays attention to me because I don't have money


You don't hear me because you don't compute
People don't understand me and don't bother to try


I'm docile, psycho, have you heard of such?
I am passive and crazy at the same time, which is unheard of


Single mother, who are you? (I phantom)
I wonder who you are, single mother?


Office worker, who are you? (I phantom)
I wonder who you are, office worker?


Caught up in the system, who are you? (I phantom)
I wonder who you are, trapped in the system?


Tryin' to earn a living, who are you? (I phantom)
I wonder who you are, trying to make ends meet?


Depressed and uninspired, who are you? (I phantom)
I wonder who you are, feeling sad and unmotivated?


Hard-workin', broke and tired, who are you? (I phantom)
I wonder who you are, working hard and struggling to survive?


Seekin' education, who are you? (I phantom)
I wonder who you are, trying to get an education?


Can't get ahead no matter what you do? (I phantom)
I wonder who you are, feeling stuck and unable to move forward?




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Tim's Pill

[LIF]
Check it out
I been waitin', playin', for a long time
X amount of thoughts carried out in my mind
I turn on the TV, I see crime
Script written diligently and aired on time
Push the power button, now I'm to devour somethin
Opened up my fridge and found nothin
Tipped to my room with an aura of gloom
Wishin' I could write another tune
But my hands are paralyzed, plus my eyes
Wanna shed tears, but it's not possible, there's
The burden of things I couldn't bear
Feelings weren't dealt with properly
Remorse follows me
With his good friend, the threat of poverty
Here's where I am, versus where I think I oughtta be
There's a certain chance I'm a victim of circumstance
I take a look at myself and at first glance
I see who I recently thought to be me
Based on identities public and private
Behold the radio pirate, ya nigga
A felon, chillin' with a gun to your melon
A pimp with his pockets swellin', a jester
A slave with wounds that fester, the wanna-be
Pre-med 3-D dread an academic reject
Hoping to detect why we wrecked what God gave
Human laws are laid, we go to war
Come back and come up with more
I'm kind, friendly, your worst enemy
Charming, crass, and potentially
Dangerous, have you ever heard of such?
I'm invisible and impossible to touch

[EL-P]
This is not my beautiful melting identity
The thoughts that I can't manipulate for the safe line
Is personal, one amongst many is the macro
Made from the pain of the fragile
(repeat 3x)

[LIF]
I still say fresh dope and things of that sort
I don't shoot up, smoke crack, or take shorts
Your thoughts are always welcome, I seldom
Won't enter another's perspective, corrective lenses
Are somethin' that I wear, so I can see the globe real clear
Look, there's famine over there, plus the families in fear
Of disease and distress that lingers in the air
These are the words of a man in purgatory
Words of a simpleton living in oblivion
Is this the model for life you will envisionin
Free as can be in a world of imprisonment?
I dare you to check new territory
American dream? Time for another story
One where I don't choke to keep afloat
I'm sick of livin' on false visions of hope
With a knife to my own throat
Stick of dynamite inside my overcoat
Because I know the ropes
Reality in this world is bought and sold
A very limited scope of life is shown
And I'm just one of the mold, fully controlled
Left to erode in my humble abode
You won't hear me because I got no loot
You don't hear me because you don't compute
I'm docile, psycho, have you heard of such?
I'm invisible and impossible to touch

Single mother, who are you? (I phantom)
Office worker, who are you? (I phantom)
Caught up in the system, who are you? (I phantom)
Tryin' to earn a living, who are you? (I phantom)
Depressed and uninspired, who are you? (I phantom)
Hard-workin', broke and tired, who are you? (I phantom)
Seekin' education, who are you? (I phantom)
Can't get ahead no matter what you do? (I phantom)



Adrian Francis Mariano

Check it out
I been waitin', playin', for a long time
X amount of thoughts carried out in my mind
I turn on the tv, I see crime
Script written diligently and aired on time
Push the power button, now to devour somethin'
Opened up my fridge and found nothin'
Tipped to my room with an aura of gloom
Wishin' I could write another tune
But my hands are paralyzed, plus my eyes
Wanna she'd tears, but it's not possible, there's
The burden of things I couldn't bear
Feelings weren't dealt with properly
Remorse follows me
With his good friend, the threat of poverty
Here's where I am, versus where I think I oughta be
There's a certain chance I'm a victim of circumstance
I take a look at myself and at first glance
I see who I recently thought to be me
Based on identities public and private
Behold the radio pirate, ya nigga
A felon, chillin' with a gun to your melon
A pimp with his pockets swellin', a jester
A slave with wounds that fester, the wanna-be
Pre-med 3-D dread an academic reject
Hopin' to detect life, erect what god gave
Human laws are laid, we go to war, come back
And come up with more
I'm kind, friendly, your worst enemy
Charming, crass, and potentially
Dangerous, have you ever heard of such?
I'm invisible and impossible to touch

[El-P]
This is not my beautiful melting identity
The thoughts that I can't manipulate for the safe line
Is personal, one amongst many is the macro,
Made from the pain of the fragile
(Repeat 3x)

Lif]
I still say fresh dope and things of that sort
I don't shoot up, smoke crack, or take shorts
Your thoughts are always welcome, I seldom
Won't enter another's perspective, corrective lenses
Are somethin' that I wear, so I can see the globe real clear
Look, there's famine over there, plus the families in fear
Of disease and distress that lingers in the air
These are the words of a man in purgatory
Words of a simpleton living in oblivion
Is this the model for life you will envisionin
Free as can be in a world of imprisonment?
I dare you to check new territory
American dream? Time for another story
One where I don't choke to keep afloat
I'm sick of livin' on false visions of hope
With a knife to my own throat
Stick of dynamite inside my overcoat
Because I know the ropes
Reality in this world is bought and sold
A very limited scope of life is shown
And I'm just one of the mold, fully controlled
Left to erode in my humble abode
You won't hear me because I got no loot
You don't hear me because you don't compute
I'm docile, psycho, have you heard of such?
I'm invisible and impossible to touch

Single mother, who are you?(I phantom)
Office worker, who are you?(I phantom)
Caught up in the system, who are you? (I phantom)
Tryin' to earn a living, who are you? (I phantom)
Depressed and uninspired, who are you? (I phantom)
Hard-workin', broke and tired, who are you? (I phantom)
Seekin' education, who are you? (I phantom)
Can't get ahead no matter what you do? (I phantom)



Dave Lindo Music

Check it out
I been waitin', playin', for a long time
X amount of thoughts carried out in my mind
I turn on the TV, I see crime
Script written diligently and aired on time
Push the power button, now I'm to devour somethin
Opened up my fridge and found nothin
Tipped to my room with an aura of gloom
Wishin' I could write another tune
But my hands are paralyzed, plus my eyes
Wanna shed tears, but it's not possible, there's
The burden of things I couldn't bear
Feelings weren't dealt with properly
Remorse follows me
With his good friend, the threat of poverty
Here's where I am, versus where I think I ought-ta be
There's a certain chance I'm a victim of circumstance
I take a look at myself and at first glance
I see who I recently thought to be me
Based on identities public and private
Behold the radio pirate, ya nigga
A felon, chillin' with a gun to your melon
A pimp with his pockets swellin', a jester
A slave with wounds that fester, the wanna-be
Pre-med 3-D dread an academic reject
Hoping to detect why we wrecked what God gave
Human laws are laid, we go to war
Come back and come up with more
I'm kind, friendly, your worst enemy
Charming, crass, and potentially
Dangerous, have you ever heard of such?
I'm invisible and impossible to touch

[EL-P]
This is not my beautiful melting identity
The thoughts that I can't manipulate for the safe line
Is personal, one amongst many is the macro
Made from the pain of the fragile
(repeat 3x)

[LIF]
I still say fresh dope and things of that sort
I don't shoot up, smoke crack, or take shorts
Your thoughts are always welcome, I seldom
Won't enter another's perspective, corrective lenses
Are somethin' that I wear, so I can see the globe real clear
Look, there's famine over there, plus the families in fear
Of disease and distress that lingers in the airT
hese are the words of a man in purgatory
Words of a simpleton living in oblivion
Is this the model for life you will envisionin
Free as can be in a world of imprisonment?
I dare you to check new territory
American dream? Time for another story
One where I don't choke to keep afloat
I'm sick of livin' on false visions of hope
With a knife to my own throat
Stick of dynamite inside my overcoat
Because I know the ropes
Reality in this world is bought and sold
A very limited scope of life is shown
And I'm just one of the mold, fully controlled
Left to erode in my humble abode
You won't hear me because I got no loot
You don't hear me because you don't compute
I'm docile, psycho, have you heard of such?
I'm invisible and impossible to touch

Single mother, who are you? (I phantom)
Office worker, who are you? (I phantom)
Caught up in the system, who are you? (I phantom)
Tryin' to earn a living, who are you? (I phantom)
Depressed and uninspired, who are you? (I phantom)
Hard-workin', broke and tired, who are you? (I phantom)
Seekin' education, who are you? (I phantom)
Can't get ahead no matter what you do? (I phantom)



All comments from YouTube:

Adam S

It's really hard to overstate how much THUG and this song specifically shaped my musical tastes growing up

LilPetty x BigDiesel

Agreed my brotendo

Josh Redcay

You and me both

Bladed Cicada

Def jux for life.

Tapeworm

El-p is a monster

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Nippy

“Single mother, who are you? (I phantom)
Office worker, who are you? (I phantom)
Caught up in the system, who are you? (I phantom)
Tryin’ to earn a living, who are you? (I phantom)
Depressed and uninspired, who are you? (I phantom)
Hard-workin’, broke and tired, who are you? (I phantom)
Seekin’ education, who are you? (I phantom)
Can’t get ahead no matter what you do? (I phantom)” this is one of the most powerful verses I have ever heard in song, in reality we're all phantom's.

Matthew Love

@nippy2405 ^*all phantoms, not all phantom’s

Vince Sza

This came into my head out of absolutely nowhere while I was trying to fall asleep. I played it and almost cried from the nostalgia. 31. Wishing I was 15.

Georgie McPseudonym

This is possibly the most soberingly powerful piece of hip hop music I've ever heard.

I POWER FLOWER !

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