Fre$h The PROphet - Architect lyrics

[Verse 1; Fre$h The PROPhet] Black hoodie prophet Tell Trayvon Martin, we stay marching Guess the madness ain't over just cuz March end Im harming these, harmonies God when you start the beat Architect with my Prophecy Pen menace, invent venom to ascend then end senates Six sense vents, dent and offend lessers in ten seconds Its been evident i been sent to be severing seven jesters and impress with my intense message Fre$h Emperor meant to amend minds Cement lines, coming to defend lives Ascend prime, with direct rhymes I steel and meddle like a blacksmith Act swift, snatch rich And leave fake rappers in the casket My fiends feasting, releasing the same thoughts that feed Ephesians Spread the words of knowledge than ascend I poets thoughts causing progress til the end [Verse 2; Pharaoh] Look at the charts and im shooting up like an addict Got demons in my attic slashing and bashing to be released on certain rap ba*tards This is next level rap mastered Flows are slick and sick, on my cough and hack sh** Pop hop making me want to snatch up an axe and attack sh** Get pissed off and switch sidewalk chalk from happy to tragic Scrapping that whack a** rap off the track and rerun vintage back 2 and a half laps of the new rap and its been made known bout boom bap Whos tunes is that that be too true to rap I got 5 fingers with 4 curled Other hand with three up That's hiiipower, let the ba** bounce, like D cups Got some others behind me that'll suicide the instrumental and take you with it Not religious but if YOUNG making moves, you should have prayed we didn't In my future it's like mutations, it's got six digits Spent an hour trying to find my common sense But when I realized I could make a profit off this it all made cents Like tip jars Surgeon with a scalpel type of rhymes, Cuz that sh** scars Take a line like a machete or a loaded baretta That's all I need to defeat demons with these teams of elite fiends and street geniuses And stay steep scheming with raised fists At racists who say this isn't meant to be cause of the color of the skin rather than anything, step back Back track back, back pack rapping from CA to LC to BK flats Went to LV from SJ with no looks back Talking tour plans Like I'm superman, oh you again Got kryptonite in my crib tonight Finna blow up no defuse, we the bomb But it can all be over in one round if I hit it right If simple is the best complicated, then it should be simple to achieve an article in complex [Verse 3; Fre$h The PROphet] Eff a pen write this sh** with Excalibur Reach the next caliber, the flow is spectacular I wreck challenge with talent Mad savage spas and smash malice Slash trash rap and act half past pa**ive Time to be violent, mind higher Plant rhymes like land mines, to blow and demand shine No one can defy I be the poet posed with chance to rise Throat enhanced with saliva Im in a car full of ratchets yelling screw the driver Who is liver Hotter than blue fire My crew sire Soul control, til your heart scatters Im white so remind you of marshall mathers Spit fire till the fire marshall matters Thoughts is acid Causing madness, plotting savage and harming rappers