[Intro/Hook 1: CJay]

Yeah... Fuck with me *laughs*

Aye I like to give a shout outs to 3Point

You did this shit... Uhh

Yo... Start it like this

[Verse 1: CJay]

Ayo even though it's hidden, my 3rd eye was given to enhance my vision

Tri-site eye-site, words worded in 3rd person

Verses will soothe you, view it on google or YouTube

Don't have to be the dude who uses voodoo to move you

Who knew my music'll make you groove too

There's no refusal cuz when i'm rhyming

I'm using my oodles of noodles

Scoop the poop of poodle

Bitches be acting like they (shit don't stank)

Oooo I confused you

Lyrics are crucial, I'm brutal when I slew you

Monster I shoot you

Serial Killer sponsored by Fruit Loops

Coo Coo for Coca Cola bottle shaped models

I ain't biased or one-sided I'm neutral

I blew through rappers, my old school the new school is new to

Too fool to comprehend it conscientious henchmen

Do the right thing, who cares about what you say like Snoop, Dre

It's 187 on a 7 on a cop!

[Hook 1: CJay]

Okay fuck with me

Who wanna fuck with this emcee

Fuck with me

Ayo son kick that old school shit you use to kick back in the days

[Verse 2: CJay]

Uh uh put your hands up keep em' forever high

It's sad they killed Jazz and Soul but I know that Hip Hop will never die

Way back then everybody referred to that DJ Kool Herc dude

He was the first who birthed you uh

In elementary, I remember these days

Rap was club music but I would get buck to it

I was only bout' eight listening to Pac's tape

And that's the first time I realized Hip Hop's great

Fourth grade I knew the words to your favorite artist song

I was that little boy that your girl was all up on

In math I failed exams I was spose' to be acing

I memorized songs but barely knew my multiplications

Adults were impatient, tell me why they tried to stop the music

You ought to call it problem solving, Hip Hop's got me through it

Y'all are stupid talking bout' influence

What does that got to do with criminals reciting lyrics from rappers, you guys are clueless

[Hook 2: CJay]

Okay fuck with me

Alright, alright... That's good

Peace is destroyed bitch

[Outro: CJay]

Uh peace is destroyed, peace is destroyed

We want the money and the power

Hip Hop, pow- pow- power

There's power in everything you know what i'm saying?

Real Prophecy