[Verse 1]

Real Prophecy—I'm a monster in this divine flesh

I got the mindset and the concept of making bomb threats to a Vietnam vet

I'm on a conquest so when that sunshine set

I be running the track I ain't even pass the baton yet

I'm non stop, got it on lock off top

To keep your heads ringing

Come on doc I'm an alarm clock

Gotta give my dawg props but I'm the one who's on top

Claiming you got your gun on cock, you'll get your mom shot

Nah but I'm hard as usual, I'm apart of the musical

Hardly suitable, take daily doses of pharmaceuticals

The marsupial without a pouch to carry

I'm bout to bury these wack rappers 'cause no one in the south is near me

Shoulda started back in 2001

I'll make you bow bow and nah that ain't the sound of my gun

Well if I had one or needed one

I would be the one to shoot you in your jaw and have everybody thinking you speak in tongues

[Hook 1]

I close I open my notebook

This old school right here it needs no hook (no hook)

Eyes closed when I wrote this

Real Hip Hop lives here, it needs no hook

I close I open my notebook

This old school right here it needs no hook (no hook)

Eyes closed when I wrote this

Real Hip Hop lives here

[Verse 2]

This a time of significance, I'm just solid for instance

This is a contest, well my job is to demolish participants

Grinding, shining since I was a toddler and infant

Still is a problem, I've got the mind of a scholar at Princeton and

She got the body of a goddess and princesses

She asked for money so I gave her a dollar and 50 cents

Ain't no competition, y'all been spitting non-consistent

It's your 15 minutes of fame and your time is ticking

I ain't a politician but it's clear Hip Hop is different

Try statistics, more than 95% of this genre's missing

I got a rare flow, kicking rhymes in your ear holes

My birthday is July 9th and I'm only 22 years old so

Read and research it, I don't need to be perfect

Emcees are worthless I got a reason to be conceited on purpose

Still cautious, it's obviously my philosophy

If I lose you, you could still follow me @RealProphecy

[Hook 2]

I close I open my notebook

This old school right here it needs no hook (no hook)

Eyes closed when I wrote this

Real Hip Hop lives here, it needs no hook

I close I open my notebook

This old school right here it needs no hook (no hook)

Eyes closed when I wrote this

Real Hip Hop lives here

[Verse 3]

What does it take to be the top seed? To be greater than 2Pac, B.I.G. 

Michael Jackson, Michael Jordan, Tyson, Muhammad Ali?

Not to be cocky—but I dare you to box me

This a competitive sport for all of you sensitive rappers who got beef

Fans think that you stink, all I ask is why can't you just sing?

Got no chance in this ring, kneel and kiss my championship ring

Foul we don't allow; no Mike Tyson biting my style

A towel substitutes for a mic in this bout

You ain't hardcore, what you think we call you soft for?

Yeah you fought wars but you lost yours

I'm a dope emcee, that means there ain't no getting close to me

In fact, I'm the most elite

So just stop just stop claiming that your "Shit rocks," "Shit rocks"

When lately your shit been sounding like Kidz BOP HIP HOP

Fundamentally this new school rap wasn't meant for me

Done relentlessly so you know I won eventually

[Hook 3]

I close I open my notebook

This old school right here it needs no hook (no hook)

Eyes closed when I wrote this

Real Hip Hop lives here, it needs no hook

I close I open my notebook

This old school right here it needs no hook (no hook)

Eyes closed when I wrote this

Real Hip Hop lives here