Fre$h The PROphet - Threat lyrics

[Intro] Got Divincis Wisdom , Pacs stubborn ambition Nostradamus's vision All in one kid with an ink pen Tell me that i ain't got you thinking [Verse 1] Got this Nastradomus conscious More bars than a convict Talks confident , opposite of nonsense More like opposite of not sick Common knowledge is not common Rock bottom , Prophet Out for profit in my pockets kid Pac and big the role models They showed me the whole road thru this cold world of old foes storming poor folks at full throttle Son no problem No bother No biggie , the home philly Just some old sillys Showing no pity and no love to the itty bitties Its get tough , growing up in the gritty city King of sick writtens , spitting and then split it fittie fittie Gimme your kid fit to spit Then watch me go illiterate Littering real lyricists Resist experiments , fear the Wizard with rare discipline and a certificate for dismissing bliss from his wish list This is , ripping sh** at its finest Rhyme crime binds minds opening what time confines like my third eyelid I did , everything in detail Derail your train of thought then make you thirstier than females after retail These fakes couldn't break my will Foreal this sk** , got me more bars than jail The kids this ill On that middle eastern flow , cuz my rhymes Israel ( is real ) [Hook] Profit for dem Prophets , Young Threat in yo conscious Knowledge heart respect keep it stressed thru yo projects x2 [Verse 2] Its the dope bros with pro flows Bringing oh no's , to old foes with no soul You bozos , got no hope We grow mo than old oaks Yo extinct like Do Do's Whenever out throats spoke Your hoax choked By the cloaked villain Militants meant for millions Infinite infants , with imminent intent to injure these writtens Risking innocence , wicked with the pen Picking these slick sickest hyms To stick at the ones with the white picket fence Write till the end Apparently parents parrots , just not baring these blaring paragraphs Snares and jazz , rare and tearing the errored tracks You stare at cash , like if i climb the stair to fame ill be there at last The YOUNG nemesis Effortless , but still more emphasis Ending sh** for any tryna test my wit Got a brighter thinking light word to Edison Let us in , yo mind frame My games in the fast lane Pa** names of whack lames Slash reigns , and rap flame I pa** with cash when that casket drop Savage when i sabotage Your whole life man , your whole lifespan I hold right in my right hand Aight than I drop bars , they drop jaws Moving loud like a cop car Off to the stars Often its problems stopping us from reaching mars Mind frame rock hard We moving so far , solars like no prob YOUNGs the answer when they asking 'whose next?' I told her too jacket , now she giving the whole crew neck Hiphops the chick , we gon flip if a fool press Hoping for full press , and no less , oh yes So real my flows breathe I proceed to plant pro seeds And balance my dome piece Yeah lost as a menace Karma got me caught with a sentence Carbon exhaust in my breath and Thoughts start progression Im the reason the crown breathes , air to the throne Impair the rarest of poems The mirror reflects an ear error , the terrors gone [Hook] Profit for dem Prophets , Young Threat in yo conscious Knowledge heart respect keep it stressed thru yo projects x2 [Verse 3] Yo Houston we gotta problem Two Kamakazi rockets going hard in And theres no stopping Atomic talking toxic Drop hot like comets Elevate your conscious, or get boxed in like comics Feeling like the batman of this rap scam Superman of the hooligans , Wolverine on his last stand Last chance , to snatch fans, act plans And overthrow the masked clan More heart than Aslan Blowing like an Afghan Have fans , in all lands, plotting on my advance They say go and grab the gold and cash Golden soul , ghost of past Born poet tho chose to rap Flowing trojan when i go in tracks My noise pa**ing voids I capture coins , they act annoyed I hack and slash at any rapper with half the poise Call me the flow a**a**in, throat attacking , going past these hopeless rappers Home to throne , not known to happen Thread of the threat i sewn the fabric Uphold my dome , get thrown in caskets Comatose , the road to make it like a roller coast Oh fa show , on the illness bout to overdose Wore obey but not obedient Breathe three sprees of helium Feed feelings to seize fees See glee, and keep chilling in Higher states of thought , mind warrior Defy spies with my orchestra The core horror , born to recourse the lies of euphoria More for ya , metal metaphors towards ya Mental fortress Pencil sorcerer , the mic cords high lord The sky is what we strive for Call me the YOUNG Mozart Out to go far , flow sharp Opening hiphops casket with a crowbar Know all Tho still waz too black for the white kids and too white for the blacks Only armed with a mic and a pad And i might just attack Slicing tracks , striking like i got a knife and an axe Call me Bugs bunny wit my looney tunes Rap game im zooming through Crew full of the illest goons Writing the truest runes Music cooler and more complex than a rubix cube Its the kids with ill minds , spitting real rhymes Slaying hour gla**es just to k** time Were out of our minds and want in yours Listen my mouth defines , the words of the kid lords [Outro] Its the near era of ear errors We coming with storms forget clear weather You should fear letters So be eliminated or hear better You hear the real music bumpin like thunder loud Hiphop never died , it was buried alive and lives Underground Now you know what i was doing when i would skip cla** Young Architect, my Art brings Threat to yo b**h a**