Real Prophecy - Hello lyrics

[Verse 1: Real Prophecy] Hello, first and foremost, if your dope I snort Coke, endure smoke until I have a sore throat More hardcore than the average guy, that's sort of an alibi You sharp well i'm the sword of a samurai I I call your body parts the caucus I walk in darkness My talk is heartless, Bruce Lee your a**, b**h I'm a martial artist So since I'm single I met this light skin hoe Bingo I put my dick where big things go I sing so, do, re, mi, fa, so, she's Latino And Dutch, ever since we f**ed she walks like a flamingo Yo I like it extra wet so we f**ed on the waterbed She's almost dead, k**ing the p**y, somebody call the Feds My mind is f**ed, my rhymes are just ughh Plus the times are rough and I'd be stuck if I didn't grind enough I'm just an emcee against a million rappers Claiming they ill and all that, lacking lyrical contact n***a just fall back, no inspiration cuz you all wack Talking bout racks on every track then you should get a job that Fits your description, get back to selling d** if that's the case Spit at a faster pace, won't hesitate to spit in a rapper's face Who sell souls in this hell hole You know you fell for the devil,bet you proud of your self tho In a society you have to keep it secret, hell no Or else yo, they will k** whoever and who else knows That brainwashing us don't help folks Got these masters whipping uncle toms with Luis Vuitton Velcro I spit bars, what the f** I gotta go to jail for? I'm a professional, prophecy that spells Pro I spit the best, how could you expect that I'm absurd After this verse I better be gettin' the respect that I deserve Take some initiative when I'm spitting to this, see how I be switching it up Listening I'm twisting and mixing it up Raw like all of the b**hes I f**ed Naw I'm playin, I'm sayin' I'm just a man Thirty miles left of his brain so how can I explain So check the word play I say in a superb way I gave birth to Real Hip Hop, say happy birthday Yeah I'm startin' a genre It's called Real Hip Hop And none of these rappers invited Emcees only [Bridge: Real Prophecy] Uh so how you feel son? k** hip hop So I could resurrect the real one That Ill one, How you feel son? k** Hip Hop So how you feel son? k** hip hop So I could resurrect the real one That Ill one, How you feel son? k** Hip Hop [Verse 2: Real Prophecy] Hello it's me again, cursin' could be a sin Middle fingers up like it's virgin p**y to be up in Rappers are blind cuz they ain't emceeing him Never equal, ahead of people, the lead is lethal Said it peaceful, the devil peep through the desert eagle [Outro: Real Prophecy] There you have it, k** hip hop k**uminati, b**h a** rappers sell they soul Shout outs to my n***a Noex... Zen Eleven Straight emcees... no more pain We taking over the game Makaveli reincarnated (laughs) See I'm takin' over Ain't no b**h a** n***a gon' stop me(Laughs) We already know what's goin' on We steady goin' strong (laughs) So how you feel son? k** Hip Hop.... Hip Hop