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letra de the prophet ii - cris the kid

[verse 1]
let me tell you why
i was born to be the prophet
every equation, i solve it
i’m about to blast off like a rocket
ill spitta, call me locksmith
i’m the illest right now to touch the mic
i’m the qb and i’m always yelling hike
ready to play, always ready to name
another punk rapper, i ready my aim
verbal sprayer, the criminal sick rhyme sayer
i stood up from the bench and became a player
the mayor, stranger, with crazy behavior
i met the world, now i’m f-ckin’ topanga
slayer, don’t make me go by the layers
leonardo dicaprio and life is the bear
the revenant, feelin’ like i’m relevant
f-ck a vp, you lookin’ at the president
young obama, before all the gray hair
listen up yo that’s what eight years do
in the government, i’m above that bull
so i push and kick any flow to the rhythm
i’ll go from no merch to doing shipments
ima go from no dollars to having millions
constant family vacations and start livin’
side trips with only thick beautiful women
bbw, i don’t mind the size
cause if you still fine, you gonna give me a rise
i don’t hate on weight, height, let alone color
i’m to busy surviving to be hating on each other
don’t get twisted, cause if you wanna start dissin’
i’ll drop the response right on f-ckin’ christmas
cause cris a.k.a. the prophet gonna k!ll you
then send flowers to yo mom and still bill her

[chorus]
call me what you want
but i’m the first option
call me what you want
but call me the prophet
i’m never stoppin’
this hip hoppin’
i rock it
i am the prophet (x2)

[verse 2]
let me tell you why
i was born to be a problem
you more like a chihuahua
i’m a pit bull yo when i’m brawling
any limit and yo boy top it
i’m the party, so i don’t need to invite
i’m alone, but my bong still hittin’ nice
i think ima name this new one stefania
like her sisters yolanda and c-ssandra
but i can never forget about heather
type of bong that deserves a letter
ganja smoker, you a ganja choker
ain’t my fault i’m the last hope yo
blaze weed and blazin’ the game
the path i laid, was made by clay
touched by gods
i was buried back in egypt
militant mentality
i swung swords with caesar
i go hot and cold
i always avoid a fever
flow so dope
it even threads the needle
a pharaoh
sh-t i’m becoming egyptian
they said i’m catholic and i’m cristian
that’s my real name
if we break it down legally
half of my life
i’ve been doing things illegally
you feelin’ me ?
the game really needed me
it’s stuck on me like jazz was to hilary
banks, goin’ up to higher ranks
a shank, i’m a modernized tank
with fury, i fight til i’m on blank
target yo -ss like the o9 saints
got that drew brees accuracy
got that phil jackson strategy
sh-t, they ain’t even taxing me
i’m the king, i am your majesty
i receive all the receptions
interception
i have vision like inception
til the day i die
latin prophecy i’m reppin’
latin prophecy i’m reppin’

[chorus]
call me what you want
but i’m the first option
call me what you want
but call me the prophet
i’m never stoppin’
this hip hoppin’
i rock it
i am the prophet (x2)

- cris the kid

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