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[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 ass, bitch 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 fucked she walks like a flamingo Yo I like it extra wet so we fucked on the waterbed She's almost dead, killing the pussy, somebody call the Feds My mind is fucked, 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 Nigga 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 drugs 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 kill 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 fuck 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 bitches I fucked 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? Kill hip hop So I could resurrect the real one That Ill one, How you feel son? Kill Hip Hop So how you feel son? Kill hip hop So I could resurrect the real one That Ill one, How you feel son? Kill Hip Hop [Verse 2: Real Prophecy] Hello it's me again, cursin' could be a sin Middle fingers up like it's virgin pussy 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, kill hip hop Killuminati, bitch ass rappers sell they soul Shout outs to my nigga Noex... Zen Eleven Straight emcees... no more pain We taking over the game Makaveli reincarnated (laughs) See I'm takin' over Ain't no bitch ass nigga gon' stop me(Laughs) We already know what's goin' on We steady goin' strong (laughs) So how you feel son? Kill Hip Hop.... Hip Hop