Uh

Yeah, you know what it is

BYOI

Prophet

Rey Chavo

Let's go

[Verse 1: Prophet]

Gonna start a barrage, whether you here or not

Cause I'm holdin' on, the telephone with God

Yeah it's no facade, got encore applause

I'll mirage your squad, the whole fuselage

Special kind, first in line, rake dollar signs, level 99

Been told my verses redefine

Whippin' in the hearse for when you resign

I rhyme divine, your decline's nonstop

Flow stupid man I should call ya raindrops

It's no surprise that ya whole tape flops

Got 'em too busy gettin' my shit copped

In a room with a bat 'bout to "chat & mingle"

I'm all that in a stack of Pringles

Got the hunny girls on me when releasing singles

Like fallen ones before me I proceed the symbols

Replete the crystals, equipping pistols

Have seen the vision, foreseen precision

I'm on a mission 'til I see it done

Quit standing up here with your thumb in your ass

I be puffin' the grass, I been snorin' through class

Yet remain to retain all the information

Don't tell me I'm great, it's the words that I paint through spoken illustration

[Hook: Prophet & Rey Chavo]

Four in the morning, still I'm storming while your shit is boring

My flow is gorgeous, hold the cordless when I sing the chorus

Audience hollering bravo, Prophet following Chavo

Conquering combo, taking the world but we'll start with Toronto

[Bridge: Prophet]

This ain't an act

I smack a snapback off ya top 'n take the goodies out the knapsack

Roll the punches, my doobies packed

Smoke a bunch & munch the Scooby snacks

Your shit's whack, ears bleed when you on a track

I'm on attack, you becoming my slave, bet

Been digging my grave but stay hidden out under your bed...

[Verse 2: Rey Chavo]

Power level over 9000, no clowning I'm the greatest

Be honored when I say shit, I was born for this

The crown's my birthright, your shit wack mine too tight

MK flow, I just fight, Prophet got it started I'm just here to finish 'em

Taking shots at the king but you keep missing him

Wanna top the Forbes list, your boy in Versace looking gorgeous

Don't need love, I want to be hated

First rapper to be overpaid and underated

I work too hard at this shit to let it go, no time for hoes, just need to flow

Killing all my foes, got it ready now it's time to blow

Spit true shit you don't even know

Just running through the 6 with all my woes

No competition, this is true division, can't see me, raise the partition

Envision me selling out arenas, this is real shit no John Cena

Don't underestimate, born to be great

Can't be me so you gotta hate

Only got one mode, I dominate

You can't touch me so just compensate

Taking over the world the way I rock the mic

Getting the 6 popping they know my shit tight

Don't front I practice what I preach

Put down your mic and let me teach

Don't talk about heights that you can't reach

You writing checks you can't cash

Talking out your ass, never first you always last

I'm stylish, no look pass

Break glass ceilings when I'm writing my verses

I shoot, don't miss put rappers in they hearses

I brought the heat to air you all out

Can't be beat I got you scared now

There is no retreat, your words are obsolete all you got left is defeat