have you ever heard a prophet spit
Then whatch him explode
GOD wants his prophets back
So how long have I got yo
I'm kickin it mental, so you can hear my prophecies
I write, rip it apart, then give you an analogy
First comes the hip then the hop
I'm kickin beats so I can bring heat when I drop
My lyrics are a revolver and I'll leave ya'll niggaz dancin
I flo, so I can smoke dope in thugz mansion
I bring lyrical verses that make you hurtin without curses
So many metaphors it make your head spin then burst
Humanity still awaiting its promised land
You won't get the the promised land unless you try
Damn, its stupid sometimes I lose it at the lack
Of intelligence let them stack, play the track back
So they can hear my prophecies exact

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All hail the honourable

My battles