Real Prophecy - Real Talk lyrics

[Verse 1: Real Prophecy] Ayo my time is finally here, climbing these stairs, grinding each year Yo success wasn't designed to be fair Melodically know how to ride a beat, so Imma speak clear Prophecy God emcee, honestly I solemnly swear To sonically demolish these squares You ain't worth sh**; not even the diamonds that shine in each ear Cuz talent in the game is obviously rare but yo my rhymes too major to go against these minor league players All you need is a bottle to drank and a pile of Ben Franks to go off the dome thinking you could freestyle but you can't It's not what you think, quit saying that you versatile cuz you ain't Why would you think I'm vile too hostile? then file a complaint The black messiah prophesied to build a rap empire Your time in fact expired, so if your wack retire That would happen if I lacked desire but I practice entirely No wonder these rappers admire me Real Talk [Verse 2: Real Prophecy] You like the bars I light ya dome with but n***a you don't write your own sh** It's like it don't fit, so loosen up that microphone grip This talent was given I'm blessed the Lord will protect me He'll direct me; built to wreck beats with sk**s and technique Who else is this real except me? I know I'm ill but let me.. finish so I could talk about n***as who still collect g's Knowing they wack as f** and labels they will regret these mistakes of signing filthy emcees I ain't impressed, please Quit while you're ahead I could freestyle what you said and that's ya best written I suggest quitting And find a job if you refuse to so-called rap Who told y'all that you could rap already know y'all wack Back in the days n***as made the most off rap So take that money you made and sell coke off that I hope y'all scat I noticed how h*mo y'all act You might as well be a tranny flowin' with no ball-sack Real Talk