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the fact it's real is so appealing
Cross faded as fuck, don't have to feel our feelings
Surrounded by my boys and we all higher than the ceiling
They my

ass back to Hannah
How you pose to move when they lurkin
Niggas move deep, but they don't scratch the surface
Take it to the streets, now the world gets

descended down from Vanna White
Life's fast, take time to smell the roses, Bama life
Listen to my old shit, pat myself on the back, damn I'm nice
By

to stack 401k off uh doing this
By the time next years
Up talking nothing less
Remember renting fairgrounds for a show
Remember stressing I was venting

need you a reason for how i’m speaking I’ve shown it
My God gave me talent, now I gotta show it uh
Now let’s talk the album
I’ve been having
Visions

down and show ya what a lyricist can really do 
If this a throw away imagine what my album do for you 
Ya couldnt stop this if you wanted to i promise

to understand like the world by watchin' the news
Like my album sit back relax and enjoy the cruise
My life's like a movie and still in the making
For me Records

Now small up yuhself!
And make room fi di elephant!

You know who crowned me the sickest?
You know who
The World Health Organization
You know WHO

can't help but lurk,
Out here, gon' make up a word to rhyme with, curk.

J

Don't judge a book by it's offending page,
Tryna make it in this world

where ya been? Checking for your new songs daily
The wait gets worse by the week
I wonder where ya been, I wonder where ya been
I Hear it all the time,

What's My Name

Lil' Flip

U Gotta Feel Me

2004

elevators in my crib, Burberry in my car
fire dro' by the jar, burn rubber on the tar
I like to show off-I use to be the class clown
but my teacher always

It Was Written...Again

Shredders

Great Hits

the world and heard a hundred years of platitudes
My calendar is missing brake calipers
Two albums in a year and still got one up in the canister
Write

like a metro
Step up to the mic, you'll get thrown back like retros
Dawg on the beat, I could've went to a pet show
You tryna compete, you gonna win, boy

Dreams of a phat crib
Shows with promotion
Pull up at my alma mater
Drop a lecture, drop an album
Let's call it The Blackest Power
Let's go to Iraq

one's gonna try and play me
Then let me show you how the games played by Hamza Mahdi
Almighty

like y'all should know who I am and
Discover what you listening to
Who the fuck am I

I go by the name of Real Prophecy
My philosophy is to kill the game

world goes boom"
It got me thinking, do I really love you?
Do I just wanna fill the void left by my old crew?
It's just that, when I look at you it's like

on to the next make sure that my bags light
Been in hell to long making this my last time
Void the soul contract I had signed
How did four years pass by already I

Slow up
To appreciate the rhymes
On September 9th, 1995
I came into the world bushy tailed, bright eyed
Hand on my face contemplating what to do
Few

flying, Italian Scallion
That show deserves a medallion
That Christmas album, I'm hype that we found it
"Christmas Time Candycane Blues" that was how ya

a dirty, filthy man they said
He lives close by to me
He sits in the caf with his back to the world
He doesn't want to be seen
So please understand
He's got

in a different echelon
No quit I kept on
So now the lower levels get stepped on
My last album barely a year old
When the road got rocky I still rolled

harm it if I drop, my feature price for real, you probably can't afford it
Just to get a verse from Rab G, that cost a Ford Taurus
I'm world touring,

and my peoples till we get on our feet for real

She love me while I'm broke, that's how I know that it's real
Promise to show her the world, when I get my