Real Prophecy - Jazzy lyrics

[Verse 1: Real Prophecy] I'm bout to get cuffed and end up in jail, you f**ing with d**h itself k** all informants so no one is left to tell Wish me good luck or fail but did your records sell? You sold your soul and now you're stuck in the depths of hell Your thoughts are unhealthy standing beside the elk tree Holding an axe, knowing i'll ask k** yourself please You do not deserve to live cuz your lack of worthiness What are your life purposes? Um n***as talking down when I walk around town Til' I spark the pound, leave you lost and found clown Now i'm just talking i'm just talking blah blah I'm already ahead of you, b**h you would never be lyrical Hit em' with every syllable bars that I come through Lines of punch you get when kicking it on some Kung Fu sh** You're a rapper? No you're lunch food b**h You're the type to spit raps and mix facts with a bunch of untrue sh** How the f** am I supposed to believe you? You better be careful when I blow you know they say explosives are lethal n***as'll quit but me I rap til' my times out I'm Hip Hop's foster father putting rappers in time out You do or you die, I'm the winner so you gon' lose if you try Who is this guy better known as the truth in disguise Move to the side so I could step in the booth and surprise I thought I told you there ain't nobody who's smoother than I I keep it smooth [Hook 1: Real Prophecy] Jazzy that's that jazzy sh** (smooth) (smooth) Jazzy that's that jazzy sh** (smooth) (smooth) (Repeat) [Verse 2: Real Prophecy] That's that jazzy sh** n***a... You never heard a rapper this honest before Honorable, honor the code, rappers getting out of control I'm Mike Jack criminal smooth calling p**y n***as a douche Yeah the same sh** that women'll use And muthaf** your political views I noticed that n***as they love to talk sh** the minute they lose Why you think I don't pay em' no mind With they ABC raps, I think it's funny cuz they in they prime Wasting they time, I take this sh** one day at a time I take this serious n***a I don't play with my rhymes Why you think I'm better than the rest of them? I'm a veteran Also i'm the king of this sh** and my reign'll never end I'm down to bomb you rap peasants I'm looking down upon The south is on but new boom bap is the truest sound I'm on How to rob; I'm the new 50 call me the Broward don Who would deny? Ain't nobody smoother than I I keep it smooth [Hook 2: Real Prophecy] Jazzy that's that jazzy sh** (smooth) (smooth) Jazzy that's that jazzy sh** (smooth) (smooth) (Repeat)