Intro (Prophesy) Lyrics

Every time i touch a mic these rappers resent me

Soon as i bless the track feels like the Lord sent me

Is all empty looking at the game now

Back in 94 we had rappers with ****

Should have stayed the same we had to change though

Look left right and left again to cross the main road

Crime rate is higher tryna climb out the fire

We survivors ride us write it out **** tyres

No trace but we provide for the buyer

Flow musical like am rhyming with the chir

And at some point you know the boy might retire

But for now ama grip the game tighter than a plier

Boy's getting flier y'all screaming ***

Since i got signed everyday's been payday

Smell so repulsive money stinks

Am tryna have all the sweet things that the money brings

Ama make a move the government ***

Believe it when i said it that i still work for them

Full civil service am a government worker

Raking in illegal benefits to government lockers

Oil products cross the border through the governments orders

How many people have the government slaughtered

Players in the league ***

Live by your code or fall upon ***

They bust we bust they bust back

Feel the pain like the steady grip on your nutsack

Cant imagine what my eyes seen

Been more pressing than the corpse at the crime scene

Phone keeps buzzing pick it up with handsfree

Know that 10 million dollar good up the high sea

I see we the dumping ground for white folks

Smuggle in ilegal products to the unelite folks

Fakes phones fake generators now fake cars

Why does everybody get mad when we take ours

Late hours on the net that we break fast

Break bars bank security and take cash

Label me a criminal you you're a knock off

Just another number to the government work force

Standing on bloodspots screaming *** dont stop

Blood eyed thugs stil hanging at busstops

The unemployment when boys become men

Thick with smoke keep bocking the lungs mehn

Thats for the mass enjoyment

Say you's illegal but a ****

10 years in the ******

A dash i kill passion for a cheque full of O's

Bissected the beat tender kicks and the snare

King of the bass so fly i could sit on the air

Ive been listening to the sounds of police

Been a nigga with an attitude still screaming fuck the police

We been on the streets thinking of a masterplan

Seen life after death am makaveli's rebirth

You aint close to 50 cent Ghetto Fab or Game

You nothing like Jeezy trying hard to sound like ***

Stand for something y'all sitting on nothing

Just blocking the airwaves with your shitty recordings

In it for nothing y'all wish i was fronting

Rain dropping through the roof of my crib is nothing

Roaches and rats and beans for dinner

Kept him focused in tracks now the rims are spinners

The fits adidas my whole team we're winners

You girl's ass got a fad ama dip it in her

This is real life reported by steel mics

Y'all playing games living the PS 3 life

Rocking PS 3 ice riding PS 3 cars

Sometimes i get the feeling that am playing with retards

Tryna be hard its not a game boy

Only time i play is when am clutching on the game boy

I bring the rain boy A dash the same boy

Eagle eyed spot the cops uniform of plain boys

Down here being wack is the criteria

I liked you up in *** Lagos city Nigeria

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