[Intro: Real Prophecy]
Hip Hop ain't the same no more......
NOE in the building..... Real Hip Hop
[Verse 1: Real Prophecy]
Yo tell me how I came I rap but these industry rappers they came to yap
Saying "racks", saying "racks"; why something as plain as that?
Claiming they aim to clap but they don't bang the gat, how strange is that?
Real emcees do a collab and rearrange the track
I'm nothing like these rappers but opposites they attract
So imma kick back relax and let my paper stack
Stacking my chips up while I'm getting my dick sucked
Let me switch up so yo ass don't get me mixed up
With another industrial commercial soul seller
Making a profit off it; now they say I'm a target
All because I expose the ones selling they souls
I got the flows to sew the hole of a skeleton bone close
Let it be known I'm perfection at best
Who bang WuTang; you should be protecting your neck
Money, clothes, hoes, foes sold souls and I expose and I'm the same behind closed doors
[Hook 1: Real Prophecy]
Middle fingers to the All-Seeing Eye let me see your hands in the sky
If you on my side and you know that I do it for God, let me see your hands, put em' high
My middle fingers are to them All-Seeing Eyes that's why I got my hands in the sky
I praise the most high.. Why?
Cuz I do it for God and let me see your hands, puts em' high
[Verse 2: Zen Eleven]
Ayo the blunt I'm rolling up is stuffed up with a purp aroma
Kicking like Barcelona, these niggas fuckin' with Zona
I got the heart of a soldier, the wisdom of someone older
Colder than skyrim folders inside my cabinet smolder
Fire burn in my soul, golden calcium bones
Fake emcees gotta go or get frozen;
My lyrics cold
We are the chosen few; the NOE will reach and open you
We hopin' to get rid of the evil spirits that's holding you
The Devil took a hold of you; cornered you, then devoured you
Grip is tight like the people you know who you probably closest to
Ain't got no master
Zen Eleven is ronin'
In the heavens I'm roaming; the firmaments splitting open
When my soul pass beyond the skies where I pass through
I used to fuck with lames so them bitches can kiss my ass too
If you ain't feeling the rhythm, then you trapped up in the system
The symptoms that I have witnessed they rigged it with chronic sickness
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[Verse 3: Real Prophecy]
When it comes to holding the microphone it's delightful
Flow is insightful; open the bible, hoping I might go to heaven
Knowing I'm psycho
Fools ask "Do you rap?"
Real Hip Hop gun; shoot Boom Boom Bap
Clack! Clack! Clack!
Make a nigga move back
Aim it at rappers spittin' that wack shit, what they lack is practice
All I ask is........ Practice! Motherfucker... From a brother to a brother lets make peace with one another
But we can't so we beef in the streets with each other
Hmmm.. Ain't that a shame? What if we all had a brain?
Take a look at America now; the government tearing down
Till I explode on contact, this is Mortal Kombat; Liu Kang flow but they know this ain't no game though
Positive energy's exerted through tracks that I murdered
So fuck you if you ain't feeling it, I ain't ask if you heard it?
And fuck Lucifer I hope he hear it
Cuz I do it for the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
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[Verse 4: Noex]
Check it.... Ayo ill mind, word from the wise open your third-eye
Kinetic synergy illuminates the mind you'll soon find carcass of other artist used as targets for wack lines
Crack lines; spittin' keep human addicted victims
Murderous rhythm we ride, FIF Dimension we drift skies
Gravity we be anti; galactic samurai
Anakin Skywalker, damage them sly talkers
Harness my hidden chakra, mine is sharp as Baraka fist
Noex apocalypse, sacred g
Containing ancient gift key blade opens it 3D hieroglyphs encrypted
Scripted with these mystic scriptures
Far complex for human listeners; coded through the Emachine NOE frequencies
Niggas get fatality due that they serving treachery
Foolish liars get cast away to the lake of fire
The void empire decapitate beings who can't decipher
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