Uh
Think it's bout time I gotta rage
Might commit a crime with the fire I embrace
I ain't ever had a reason that I gotta save face
If I said it then I meant it and I did it my way
Yuh
Came a long way from the class clown
From a runaway to the one that never back down
If you wanna get it we can hash it near the fairgrounds
No matter how many hounds your body won't be found
Detectives won't identify my whereabouts
Any time I spit on a verse I cause a blackout
Robbed a bank in broad day then I cashed out
I'm ready for battle I'll take the titles like I'm Pacquiao
Not a nooby but I'm newer to this rat race
Call me Anubis for what I'm doing to the rap game
They say karmas a bitch and I hit her prostate
You know I always go for the head like I'm Gary Plauche
Uh
They like damn he good he good
He got a nice flow but he ain't from the hood
Kinda insane how they praising the crooks
If I ever reach fame they'll be blaming my looks
Yuh
But it's prolly cuz I'm a prodigy
Say what you wanna but my haters ain't ever bothered me
The only thing they hate is admitting that I been bodying
And beating up the beats that I get on like I'm Adonis creed
I'm writing this track while I drive
Most of these mumblers mainly get high
To summon any creativity to possibly reach levels of the Prophets mind
Y'all chumps are sadly mistaken
I'm gonna keep these 808s quaking
If any wack rapper wanna step to me
Then Ill knock your footloose like I'm Kevin Bacon
Aye
That's a promise no threat
Time is borrowed but I pay with my breath
Y'all talk a lot but ain't done shit yet
I'll be monumented even after my death
Imma get it anyway no matter if they cry and curse
Yall just give me power when you try to strike a nerve
With insecurities and use of childish words
Against a lyrical physicist in the kitchen like Heisenberg
I'm gonna go get what I deserve
Late to the game but I broke her hymen first
All these clowns but I still won't crack a smirk
They on the couch but I gotta go back to work
Tough talks for the people who back it up
These kids do it through the safety of media
I love a good ole fashioned brawl
Where not a cop gets called nor a gun gets drawn
Just a little loud mouth who thinking he got balls
Gets humbled a little with his face down in my lawn
Shout out to big king (shon dillard) for tryna convince me
That I'll never be nothing without signing to his team
I won't ever sell a piece of my soul to reach dreams
Even twenty men you got in your group don't equal one of me
I guarantee
Haha I bet you loved that baby oil
Yung Prophet - Requiem Lyrics
Yung Prophet - Requiem Lyrics
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Uh
Think it's bout time I gotta rage
Might commit a crime with the fire I embrace
I ain't ever had a reason that I gotta save face
If I said it then I meant it and I did it my way
Yuh
Came a long way from the class clown
From a runaway to the one that never back down
If you wanna get it we can hash it near the fairgrounds
No matter how many hounds your body won't be found
Detectives won't identify my whereabouts
Any time I spit on a verse I cause a blackout
Robbed a bank in broad day then I cashed out
I'm ready for battle I'll take the titles like I'm Pacquiao
Not a nooby but I'm newer to this rat race
Call me Anubis for what I'm doing to the rap game
They say karmas a bitch and I hit her prostate
You know I always go for the head like I'm Gary Plauche
Uh
They like damn he good he good
He got a nice flow but he ain't from the hood
Kinda insane how they praising the crooks
If I ever reach fame they'll be blaming my looks
Yuh
But it's prolly cuz I'm a prodigy
Say what you wanna but my haters ain't ever bothered me
The only thing they hate is admitting that I been bodying
And beating up the beats that I get on like I'm Adonis creed
I'm writing this track while I drive
Most of these mumblers mainly get high
To summon any creativity to possibly reach levels of the Prophets mind
Y'all chumps are sadly mistaken
I'm gonna keep these 808s quaking
If any wack rapper wanna step to me
Then Ill knock your footloose like I'm Kevin Bacon
Aye
That's a promise no threat
Time is borrowed but I pay with my breath
Y'all talk a lot but ain't done shit yet
I'll be monumented even after my death
Imma get it anyway no matter if they cry and curse
Yall just give me power when you try to strike a nerve
With insecurities and use of childish words
Against a lyrical physicist in the kitchen like Heisenberg
I'm gonna go get what I deserve
Late to the game but I broke her hymen first
All these clowns but I still won't crack a smirk
They on the couch but I gotta go back to work
Tough talks for the people who back it up
These kids do it through the safety of media
I love a good ole fashioned brawl
Where not a cop gets called nor a gun gets drawn
Just a little loud mouth who thinking he got balls
Gets humbled a little with his face down in my lawn
Shout out to big king (shon dillard) for tryna convince me
That I'll never be nothing without signing to his team
I won't ever sell a piece of my soul to reach dreams
Even twenty men you got in your group don't equal one of me
I guarantee
Haha I bet you loved that baby oil
Think it's bout time I gotta rage
Might commit a crime with the fire I embrace
I ain't ever had a reason that I gotta save face
If I said it then I meant it and I did it my way
Yuh
Came a long way from the class clown
From a runaway to the one that never back down
If you wanna get it we can hash it near the fairgrounds
No matter how many hounds your body won't be found
Detectives won't identify my whereabouts
Any time I spit on a verse I cause a blackout
Robbed a bank in broad day then I cashed out
I'm ready for battle I'll take the titles like I'm Pacquiao
Not a nooby but I'm newer to this rat race
Call me Anubis for what I'm doing to the rap game
They say karmas a bitch and I hit her prostate
You know I always go for the head like I'm Gary Plauche
Uh
They like damn he good he good
He got a nice flow but he ain't from the hood
Kinda insane how they praising the crooks
If I ever reach fame they'll be blaming my looks
Yuh
But it's prolly cuz I'm a prodigy
Say what you wanna but my haters ain't ever bothered me
The only thing they hate is admitting that I been bodying
And beating up the beats that I get on like I'm Adonis creed
I'm writing this track while I drive
Most of these mumblers mainly get high
To summon any creativity to possibly reach levels of the Prophets mind
Y'all chumps are sadly mistaken
I'm gonna keep these 808s quaking
If any wack rapper wanna step to me
Then Ill knock your footloose like I'm Kevin Bacon
Aye
That's a promise no threat
Time is borrowed but I pay with my breath
Y'all talk a lot but ain't done shit yet
I'll be monumented even after my death
Imma get it anyway no matter if they cry and curse
Yall just give me power when you try to strike a nerve
With insecurities and use of childish words
Against a lyrical physicist in the kitchen like Heisenberg
I'm gonna go get what I deserve
Late to the game but I broke her hymen first
All these clowns but I still won't crack a smirk
They on the couch but I gotta go back to work
Tough talks for the people who back it up
These kids do it through the safety of media
I love a good ole fashioned brawl
Where not a cop gets called nor a gun gets drawn
Just a little loud mouth who thinking he got balls
Gets humbled a little with his face down in my lawn
Shout out to big king (shon dillard) for tryna convince me
That I'll never be nothing without signing to his team
I won't ever sell a piece of my soul to reach dreams
Even twenty men you got in your group don't equal one of me
I guarantee
Haha I bet you loved that baby oil
Writer: Tristan Mallory
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