The Prophet

[Intro / Hook]

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes (good-bye)
It was always you that I despised
I don't feel enough for you to cry (oh well)
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes (good-bye)

[Verse 1]

I’m a thunderstorm on a sunny day, watch how my lyrics strike!
Those who are weak at heart best pack their things and take a hike!
Aylesbury, Aylesbury, that’s what I’m representing
New metaphors and wordplay that I’m inventing
Won’t be taking breathers, fuck puffing reefer!
Won’t be quitting either, rapping at my leisure!
I’ll murder the beat, like I’m disturbing the peace!
Even if you asked me please, I’ll never ever cease!

Leave ‘em Clubbed to Death like a song from the Matrix
Indiscriminately killing beats like a game of Hatred
Oh, you’re a real G? How sweet
Well I’m a rabid animal that’s been let off it’s leash!
What do you know about writing lyrics non stop?
What do you know about wanting to get to the top?
When I step on the mic, a wack rapper dies!
Go to sleep bitch, here’s a lullaby to close your eyes!

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

I’m killing instrumentals for a cheap thrill
With the same power as The Order, Silent Hill
The dictionary definition of an emperor
Storm on flows, Raiden with a bad temper
Digging up all the greats like an archeologist
So if you disappear, guarantee you will NOT be missed
And ‘cause my lyrics might get sophisticated
Any competition will find themselves annihilated!

There’s no redemption for you when I’m on the mic!
Go against me, you won’t live to see daylight!
Doesn’t matter whether it’s fictional or true shit!
I treat the beat like Ash Williams treats his boomstick!
All your gangsta shit is primitive!
Your time of rapping’s limited, your end is rather imminent!
It’s Roots in the booth, always delivering that fire!
And anybody that disagrees is a motherfuckin’ liar!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I’m as serious as stranger danger
And I’m as cold to the touch as an ice glacier
I bite down the skin of beats, let my teeth get in
Think the bite hurts? Wait ‘till the venom sets in!
I’m Nostradamus on beats, and my prediction
On your rapping is that they’re facing extinction
Fuck a gun, my throat and mouth are the firearm
My brain is the chamber where I keep the fire and charm

I don’t care what you believe
If you think you’re king, you’re Dead Wrong, B.I.G
Yes, I’m a violent titan of a tyrant
Who starts riots in a silent climate
With my trident that can spread hate like a virus
‘Till my enemies are skull and bones like Papyrus
Right now, I’m aiming to rock every metropolis
And there’s no way in hell you’re stoppin’ this apocalypse!

[Hook X2]