Rhyming Prophet 4 (feat. Jerry Adams & Nazywrite)

I'm here with the prophecy You'll see what the prophets sees A prodigy cause havoc Mobb deep consciously Constancy and see I might possibly get the prosodies Shooting for the stars an alien spitting rocketries Don't wanna make no promises loosing touch honestly These wannabes with policies tryna destroy my modesty Well it's up to me my response will be socratic Know when false prophets dey whine study enology Yeah I'm breathing to spit the scriptures Pick picasso for a verse I'm feeding you vivid pictures Giving you deep description driven with keen precision Lyrical physician I'm tipping you with prescription Judiciously I would brawl officially mind was flawed Till I prayed now I'm saved from the grip of the iron claws yeah They choose to fade but I choose resilience I say Divine instructions over human experience A hero & a prophet (yes) Do it for the love man ah zero on the profit Santa Ninos on the crosses (bless) A kiddo with the nuggets (yes) De Niro is the object alpachino deal What he wrote is the subject Woah! I'm tryna shape a young mind They tryna make songs you could tap your feet to So you scheme through but never listen to the music I bring you Bro rap music sounds stupid Oh That's what you think too? Well I mean to Be intellectually influential By the time I'm 45 Hope I done did things an OG would Get the street rep And bring the culture right back into his hood damn! We dope enough to trick a fiend good So if you wonder what happened to rap don't look at me dude Cus I played my part and yeah I payed my dues So how is it fault the youth choose to remain confused? I gave them clues food for thought exchanged for booze If you ain't got no reasons, keep your distance I don't need excuses When you snooze you loosin' I brought the streets it's credibility, reduced the nuisance really we Gotta build a future suit yourself Man take a look at the adrenaline that pumps in me See I don't need to be an English man To prove I've got the drill in me Uh A hero & a prophet (yes) Do it for the love man ah zero on the profit Santa Ninos on the crosses (bless) A kiddo with the nuggets (yes) De Niro is the object alpachino deal What he wrote is the subject A prophet has no honour in his home town and his home uh So question all my prophesies when I pull up with convoys With contours of extolment that disperse within the moments The pen still in my hand to represent the staff of prophets I'm a shepherd A compass to the routes that has nobody rooting for it Encompassed melancholy in speech without euphony The borderline conviction choose a side see I'm anointed My cup still runneth over in these pages overflowing Am I for your vision Am I for your mission? (A prophet) Am I for your impress Am I for your interests? (A profit) Whatever I mean to them God forgive em' they be ignant The soundness of verses see em' forfeiting for the rhythm Euphoria addicts memorial verdicts engraven On scrolls to tell of those who still uphold the truth as purists I'm cut from different cloth I wear a Cape that has no fabrics No fabrication check appendix of heroics And Up hold culture