Real Prophecy - I Was Told lyrics

[Intro: Real Prophecy] Sound the big ting dem.... Cross.... Very miserable... And I was told to never sell your soul But you know I know who I am [Verse 1: Real Prophecy] I'm that n***a you love to speak bout I got a down south street style But if I freestyle I bring the beast out and knock your teeth out I'm never involved with whatever you telling yo dawgs and dawg just peace out And heaven is calling cuz God got me on speed dial It's all fact, the devils contract is not a free trial So bottom line if you sign on the dotted line Your big mistake is being famous but worthless in fact Sell your soul, you'll never be able to purchase it back In this rap my lyrical content is God sent You'll never hear my heart spent cuz my soul don't have a price tag It's not for sale and I could tell 2Pac is real When he was spittin' you didn't listen when he told yo a** to rot in hell Ain't trynna sound too religion when I'm spittin' the truth I'm in a cypher cuz my mic doesn't fit in a booth I spit like I'm missing a tooth, I'm uplifting the youth We're the same, except our only difference is you n***a [Hook 1: Real Prophecy] And I was told don't sell your soul (Yuh can't do dat) Didn't know you'd get exposed (Yuh can't do dat) Never forget where you came from (Yuh can't do dat) The place where you got your name from (Nooo) (Yuh can't do dat) Seh yuh can't do dat No yuh can't do dat No yuh can't do dat (Nooo) Seh yuh can't do dat No yuh can't do dat No yuh can't do dat [Verse 2: Real Prophecy] It's my turn to share what I've learned as far as I'm concerned We're in Matrix waiting for God to return He created Earth and man, man created this technology of planet Internet but who isn't into astronomy Cuz psychologically me and Saturn should be newly weds so I could she the Feds by sending messages through the web These two worlds share characteristics No covenant supplement; it's dominated by the government It's a variety of the secret society who decided to lie to me as far as the eyes could see What if I were to die using this ink The only n***a that could make the eye of Lucifer blink Trynna get somebody in the music Yeah my progress is improvement I'm on my Pac sh**; k**uminati is the movement Before I throw up the deuces, stick up your middle fingers and hold em' up, Broward show some love [Outro: Jon] Real Prophecy you don't put a Trinidadian on di track? Guyaneses tink they di smartest in the room until di the Trinidadians walk in