[Verse 1: Real Prophecy]
Hello, first and foremost, if your dope
I snort Coke, endure smoke until I have a sore throat
More hardcore than the average guy, that's sort of an alibi
You sharp well i'm the sword of a samurai I
I call your body parts the caucus I walk in darkness
My talk is heartless, Bruce Lee your a**, b**h I'm a martial artist
So since I'm single I met this light skin hoe
Bingo I put my dick where big things go
I sing so, do, re, mi, fa, so, she's Latino
And Dutch, ever since we f**ed she walks like a flamingo
Yo I like it extra wet so we f**ed on the waterbed
She's almost dead, k**ing the p**y, somebody call the Feds
My mind is f**ed, my rhymes are just ughh
Plus the times are rough and I'd be stuck if I didn't grind enough
I'm just an emcee against a million rappers
Claiming they ill and all that, lacking lyrical contact
n***a just fall back, no inspiration cuz you all wack
Talking bout racks on every track then you should get a job that
Fits your description, get back to selling d** if that's the case
Spit at a faster pace, won't hesitate to spit in a rapper's face
Who sell souls in this hell hole
You know you fell for the devil,bet you proud of your self tho
In a society you have to keep it secret, hell no
Or else yo, they will k** whoever and who else knows
That brainwashing us don't help folks
Got these masters whipping uncle toms with Luis Vuitton Velcro
I spit bars, what the f** I gotta go to jail for?
I'm a professional, prophecy that spells Pro
I spit the best, how could you expect that I'm absurd
After this verse I better be gettin' the respect that I deserve
Take some initiative when I'm spitting to this, see how I be switching it up
Listening I'm twisting and mixing it up Raw like all of the b**hes I f**ed
Naw I'm playin, I'm sayin' I'm just a man
Thirty miles left of his brain so how can I explain
So check the word play I say in a superb way
I gave birth to Real Hip Hop, say happy birthday
Yeah I'm startin' a genre
It's called Real Hip Hop
And none of these rappers invited
Emcees only
[Bridge: Real Prophecy]
Uh so how you feel son? k** hip hop
So I could resurrect the real one
That Ill one, How you feel son?
k** Hip Hop
So how you feel son? k** hip hop
So I could resurrect the real one
That Ill one, How you feel son?
k** Hip Hop
[Verse 2: Real Prophecy]
Hello it's me again, cursin' could be a sin
Middle fingers up like it's virgin p**y to be up in
Rappers are blind cuz they ain't emceeing him
Never equal, ahead of people, the lead is lethal
Said it peaceful, the devil peep through the desert eagle
[Outro: Real Prophecy]
There you have it, k** hip hop
k**uminati, b**h a** rappers sell they soul
Shout outs to my n***a Noex... Zen Eleven
Straight emcees... no more pain
We taking over the game
Makaveli reincarnated (laughs)
See I'm takin' over
Ain't no b**h a** n***a gon' stop me(Laughs)
We already know what's goin' on
We steady goin' strong (laughs)
So how you feel son?
k** Hip Hop....
Hip Hop