yo peep game dis is ya boy yung prophet reppin for brooklyn ny home of da original spit kickers ~holla back~

yo
NOW A DAYS EVERYBODY WANNA RHYME LIKE I//
CAUSE I SOUND LIKE I BEEN RHYMIN IN DA SKY//
OR HIGH OUTTA MY MIND//
GRIND OUTTA MY TIME//
WAY AHEAD OF THE PRESENT//
CUZ TIME COST SO I DON'T WAIST A MUTHA FUCKIN SECOND//
I'M LOVED IN EVERY HOOD I'M LIKE A GHETTO ICON//
I WALK THRU YA MIND AND TURN YA LIGHTS ON//
I'M HOT, WHO FUCKIN WIT I NOT A SOUL BREATHIN//
AND ALL DAT TRASH TALKIN LEADS TO SLOW WHEEZIN//
I PROMISE I DON'T SOUND LIKE ANY BODY U HEARD//
WHO GO TO BLOCKBUSTER FOR INSPIRATIONAL WORDS//
NAH, MY INSPIRATION COMES FROM DA CURB//
WHERE DA SEMI-AUTO IS AUTO-MATICALLY HEARD//
WHERE DA RENT GETS PAID//
BY DA TRICKS U LAID//
I WAS BORN WIT A GIFT//
TO SKRIBBLE AND THEN SAY//
WUT I SEEN WIT MY SOUL//
DEN SET DA WORLD A BLAZE//

~SWITCH IT UP~
NOW U DON'T KNOW WHO DA HELL I BE//
DA BEST THING SINCE L.A. RIED//
AIR FORCE ALL WHITES AND SUM PELLE JEANS//
PADRE'S WOOL ZIP-UP FROM LIKE SEVENTY-THREE//
IT'S A NEW DAY YA BETTER RECOGNIZE YA EARLY//
I'M HANDLING YEN MY PAPER DONE TURNED WORLDLY//
I DEAL WIT DA GUYS WHOSE THIRD EYE VISION IS BLURRY//
BUT THEY SCOPE TWENTY-TWENTY WHEN U FUCK WIT THEY MONEY//
I'M FROM DA LAND OF DA HUSTLER'S B-R-O-O//
K-L-Y-N WE ALL BLOW DRO//
AINT NOBODY SMILIN CAUSE WE ALL SO LOW//
DUDES HERE BE WILDIN THEY BEAT ON OLD FOLKS//

YEAH SO HOLLA AT ME