Rhyming Prophet 4
I'm here with the prophecy
You'll see what the prophets sees
A prodigy cause havoc
Mobb deep consciously
Constancy and see I might possibly get the prosodies
Shooting for the stars an alien spitting rocketries
Don't wanna make no promises loosing touch honestly
These wannabes with policies tryna destroy my modesty
Well it's up to me my response will be socratic
Know when false prophets dey whine study enology
Yeah
I'm breathing to spit the scriptures
Pick picasso for a verse I'm feeding you vivid pictures
Giving you deep description driven with keen precision
Lyrical physician I'm tipping you with prescription
Judiciously I would brawl officially mind was flawed
Till I prayed now I'm saved from the grip of the iron claws yeah
They choose to fade but I choose resilience
I say Divine instructions over human experience
A hero & a prophet (yes)
Do it for the love man ah zero on the profit
Santa Ninos on the crosses (bless)
A kiddo with the nuggets (yes)
De Niro is the object alpachino deal
What he wrote is the subject
Woah! I'm tryna shape a young mind
They tryna make songs you could tap your feet to
So you scheme through but never listen to the music I bring you
Bro rap music sounds stupid
Oh That's what you think too?
Well I mean to Be intellectually influential
By the time I'm 45
Hope I done did things an OG would
Get the street rep
And bring the culture right back into his hood damn!
We dope enough to trick a fiend good
So if you wonder what happened to rap don't look at me dude
Cus I played my part and yeah I payed my dues
So how is it fault the youth choose to remain confused?
I gave them clues food for thought exchanged for booze
If you ain't got no reasons, keep your distance I don't need excuses
When you snooze you loosin'
I brought the streets it's credibility, reduced the nuisance really we
Gotta build a future suit yourself
Man take a look at the adrenaline that pumps in me
See I don't need to be an English man
To prove I've got the drill in me
Uh
A hero & a prophet (yes)
Do it for the love man ah zero on the profit
Santa Ninos on the crosses (bless)
A kiddo with the nuggets (yes)
De Niro is the object alpachino deal
What he wrote is the subject
A prophet has no honour in his home town and his home uh
So question all my prophesies when I pull up with convoys
With contours of extolment that disperse within the moments
The pen still in my hand to represent the staff of prophets
I'm a shepherd
A compass to the routes that has nobody rooting for it
Encompassed melancholy in speech without euphony
The borderline conviction choose a side see I'm anointed
My cup still runneth over in these pages overflowing
Am I for your vision Am I for your mission?
(A prophet)
Am I for your impress Am I for your interests?
(A profit)
Whatever I mean to them God forgive em' they be ignant
The soundness of verses see em' forfeiting for the rhythm
Euphoria addicts memorial verdicts engraven
On scrolls to tell of those who still uphold the truth as purists
I'm cut from different cloth I wear a Cape that has no fabrics
No fabrication check appendix of heroics
And Up hold culture
You'll see what the prophets sees
A prodigy cause havoc
Mobb deep consciously
Constancy and see I might possibly get the prosodies
Shooting for the stars an alien spitting rocketries
Don't wanna make no promises loosing touch honestly
These wannabes with policies tryna destroy my modesty
Well it's up to me my response will be socratic
Know when false prophets dey whine study enology
Yeah
I'm breathing to spit the scriptures
Pick picasso for a verse I'm feeding you vivid pictures
Giving you deep description driven with keen precision
Lyrical physician I'm tipping you with prescription
Judiciously I would brawl officially mind was flawed
Till I prayed now I'm saved from the grip of the iron claws yeah
They choose to fade but I choose resilience
I say Divine instructions over human experience
A hero & a prophet (yes)
Do it for the love man ah zero on the profit
Santa Ninos on the crosses (bless)
A kiddo with the nuggets (yes)
De Niro is the object alpachino deal
What he wrote is the subject
Woah! I'm tryna shape a young mind
They tryna make songs you could tap your feet to
So you scheme through but never listen to the music I bring you
Bro rap music sounds stupid
Oh That's what you think too?
Well I mean to Be intellectually influential
By the time I'm 45
Hope I done did things an OG would
Get the street rep
And bring the culture right back into his hood damn!
We dope enough to trick a fiend good
So if you wonder what happened to rap don't look at me dude
Cus I played my part and yeah I payed my dues
So how is it fault the youth choose to remain confused?
I gave them clues food for thought exchanged for booze
If you ain't got no reasons, keep your distance I don't need excuses
When you snooze you loosin'
I brought the streets it's credibility, reduced the nuisance really we
Gotta build a future suit yourself
Man take a look at the adrenaline that pumps in me
See I don't need to be an English man
To prove I've got the drill in me
Uh
A hero & a prophet (yes)
Do it for the love man ah zero on the profit
Santa Ninos on the crosses (bless)
A kiddo with the nuggets (yes)
De Niro is the object alpachino deal
What he wrote is the subject
A prophet has no honour in his home town and his home uh
So question all my prophesies when I pull up with convoys
With contours of extolment that disperse within the moments
The pen still in my hand to represent the staff of prophets
I'm a shepherd
A compass to the routes that has nobody rooting for it
Encompassed melancholy in speech without euphony
The borderline conviction choose a side see I'm anointed
My cup still runneth over in these pages overflowing
Am I for your vision Am I for your mission?
(A prophet)
Am I for your impress Am I for your interests?
(A profit)
Whatever I mean to them God forgive em' they be ignant
The soundness of verses see em' forfeiting for the rhythm
Euphoria addicts memorial verdicts engraven
On scrolls to tell of those who still uphold the truth as purists
I'm cut from different cloth I wear a Cape that has no fabrics
No fabrication check appendix of heroics
And Up hold culture
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Ibe, Dominic Issac, Jerry Adams, Samson Abimaje
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