The Prophet Is Coming

[Intro: Bravioso] (OSO) Dear Lord Im here to stay, I AM THE PROPHET Strictly for the fans Whats my mother fucking name (OSO) (HAHA) HOLD UP Whats my mother fucking name, Nigga (OSO) (x3) Oh Yeah (x2) THE PROPHETS HERE! (Haha, West side, On Me, OSO) Ugh - Here we go ... [Verse: Bravioso] Calling all riders AAT Milicia Get your fist up This adventures a mission for me and you to get vengeance On every system that ever existed, applying to every listener Listen up, Every team as a team need soldiers As a prophet of logic Im coming from the city of Trojans I die for mine, Everyone of my riders know this Put me at the bottom of a mountain bet I climb that bitch with motive Focused, All my riders immortal The portal to hope is music, Use this to get you through the bullshit BULLSHIT If no one got you, Oso got you, Mind you Im allergic to it Thats why Im waiting on a Zimmerman Fist up, Hoodie on, and I represent every rider I got in this building Im an assassin, On the track moving masses This is magic, Can you bear my madness, When traumatic bring tragedy Actually, Im wrapping trees, with a swisher leaf To mend every one of my tragedies, Rap don't want it with your majesty Subtract every rapper thats mad at me Because everyone of them mother fuckers is casualties Ima ball in this bitch like Amber Rose, How could Amber Rose get mad at me You Gotta ass like that im balls in deep, I b-b-beat up Super Soaker long pump Enough stamina for all of'em I beat that thing like it sole something and if she bad Im long jumping In that ocean, Spitting like ocean Ima ride and some more shit, Can't nobody fuck with my clique Because I came from the bottom, Fuck about him Can't nobody hold my silence, Im hollering that Im fucking problem Deuce four strong Kobe Bryant Prophet born with defiance, Eyeing the world in scorn Born in a world of fire, Put my soul on the track and hope it live longer than I am I am a fan of fans, so all my fans is riders Prophet put here for a purpose, So understand my logic I am, Just a young rebel playing private, in a game, fuck am I saying Im going in on this bitch like the soldiers did, Hussain But let tell you a little bit about the states Why my brothers in Iraq, We hungry in LA Its only a question to work your brain, a little bit of exercise on araabmusik just to train Mental bullets to your frame, Kan no vest block what I say Because what I say can take months But all I got is minutes, to pull it out of my spirit, murder music with lyrics Murder mainstream with a full magazine, of the words spitten, BITTTATTT BAPP You gone feel every word listen up, If you listen close, feel the pressure of the pump In the bass as I turn up, One middle finger up, Holding my schrodum Death to all my enemies and massacre opponents Coming out of Southern California Prodigal birth, out of a beautiful state Landed on Earth, Big Bang, Thats why i got a fist raised Screaming WestSIDE out the gate [Bridge: Bravioso] OSO (x2) Got the world screaming out, OSO The prophet coming OSO Got the world screaming out, OSO The prophet coming (x2) Got the world screaming out, OSO The prophet coming (x2) Got the world screaming out, OSO OSO (x4) Got the world screaming out, OSO Ima bear in this state, Jumping out the cage Screaming out fuck'em and this is eighty-eight NIGGA, NIGGA (HAHA) [Outro: Bravioso]