C-Jay - 52 Bars lyrics

[Intro: Real Prophecy] Ha.. No More Pain I represent real Hip Hop, not necessarily old school (Laughs) you hear that beat that's foreign (Laughs) and my brother Noex told me to do this sh** So don't get mad at me, get mad at that n***a f** you ate for breakfast [Verse: Real Prophecy] They say, "Prophecy you the best hands down who got props" I do not stop and motherf**er you not hot I'm in the coupe drop top, the roof got chopped Just like these rappers, braggin' bout the sh** I do not got Like man I'm Yosemite Sam with two Glocks co*ked I do pop shots to make your f**in' crew hop scotch And f** you cops cause you co*k block k**uminati, spit the sh** that got 2Pac shot I was born in 93', the greatest died in 96' And I'm as sick, but ain't no tellin' how sick my sinus is Ever since I was six I was bothered by tolerance But I'll admit, I made these promises to make my momma rich A promise is a promise b**h, but I am fond of it Surprised a bit? This the first you heard me on some violent sh**? Freestylin', wildin' with Noex and Dominick They deserve a scholarship the way they smoke that Marijauna spliff That's Highgrade, don't mind me, hey my mind aches Cause I stayed for five days inside a live cave People say I am brave, no worries cause I pray That god saves us and blacks don't ever die slaves So many years on this rotten planet, Cotten handin' White man forgot they manners I can't stand it, dammit I'm Blood Diamond flossin', yes my time is often If I die a marksman, you can burry me inside a diamond coffin A king soon to begat princes and princesses b**hes wearin' these thin dresses to impress us Real men love you regardless, I wanna see where your heart is To be honest, a boddit, I don't want that to be my daughters Embarrasin', n***as is arrogant Scared to have babies, don't f** a b**h and become a parent then Claimin' you grown but you can't take care of your own Now you need you a loan cause child support won't leave you alone The female's d**h strangle, screamin' out let's tango With two of these square a** n***as who turned to rectangles I got the balls, she witnessed it from the best angles She the type to hold my right nut and let the left dangle I'm too damn dope, what if both of my hands broke Writin' in first person and dyin' from second handsmoke In that case you would have to believe that I am dope Cause I ain't trynna toot my own horn, this ain't a band joke f**ed her when she was plankin', wrapped her in a sheet and blanket She was drinkin' so I don't know what the f** she was thinkin' Say she want a new whip, well I guess she needs a spankin' Prophecy gave you this dick, you should get on your knees and thank him f** an Aretha Franklin, respect these high nipples I'll tickle and I'll hit you until you die crippled Visit the hospital, I whipped you with my pistol Official the first drive by riding my bicycle Disrespectful sayin' I'm little And how a real man supposed to s** you dry til you's a Popsicle Noex hit you, samurai split you now ya moms miss you You In the backyard brutally eaten by five pitbulls