Prophet - Level 99 lyrics

Uh Yeah, you know what it is BYOI Prophet Rey Chavo Let's go [Verse 1: Prophet] Gonna start a barrage, whether you here or not Cause I'm holdin' on, the telephone with God Yeah it's no facade, got encore applause I'll mirage your squad, the whole fuselage Special kind, first in line, rake dollar signs, level 99 Been told my verses redefine Whippin' in the hearse for when you resign I rhyme divine, your decline's nonstop Flow stupid man I should call ya raindrops It's no surprise that ya whole tape flops Got 'em too busy gettin' my sh** copped In a room with a bat 'bout to "chat & mingle" I'm all that in a stack of Pringles Got the hunny girls on me when releasing singles Like fallen ones before me I proceed the symbols Replete the crystals, equipping pistols Have seen the vision, foreseen precision I'm on a mission 'til I see it done Quit standing up here with your thumb in your a** I be puffin' the gra**, I been snorin' through cla** Yet remain to retain all the information Don't tell me I'm great, it's the words that I paint through spoken illustration [Hook: Prophet & Rey Chavo] Four in the morning, still I'm storming while your sh** is boring My flow is gorgeous, hold the cordless when I sing the chorus Audience hollering bravo, Prophet following Chavo Conquering combo, taking the world but we'll start with Toronto [Bridge: Prophet] This ain't an act I smack a snapback off ya top 'n take the goodies out the knapsack Roll the punches, my doobies packed Smoke a bunch & munch the Scooby snacks Your sh**'s whack, ears bleed when you on a track I'm on attack, you becoming my slave, bet Been digging my grave but stay hidden out under your bed... [Verse 2: Rey Chavo] Power level over 9000, no clowning I'm the greatest Be honored when I say sh**, I was born for this The crown's my birthright, your sh** wack mine too tight MK flow, I just fight, Prophet got it started I'm just here to finish 'em Taking shots at the king but you keep missing him Wanna top the Forbes list, your boy in Versace looking gorgeous Don't need love, I want to be hated First rapper to be overpaid and underated I work too hard at this sh** to let it go, no time for hoes, just need to flow k**ing all my foes, got it ready now it's time to blow Spit true sh** you don't even know Just running through the 6 with all my woes No competition, this is true division, can't see me, raise the partition Envision me selling out arenas, this is real sh** no John Cena Don't underestimate, born to be great Can't be me so you gotta hate Only got one mode, I dominate You can't touch me so just compensate Taking over the world the way I rock the mic Getting the 6 popping they know my sh** tight Don't front I practice what I preach Put down your mic and let me teach Don't talk about heights that you can't reach You writing checks you can't cash Talking out your a**, never first you always last I'm stylish, no look pa** Break gla** ceilings when I'm writing my verses I shoot, don't miss put rappers in they hearses I brought the heat to air you all out Can't be beat I got you scared now There is no retreat, your words are obsolete all you got left is defeat