Verbal Prophet

(Entropy, Lil Jay, 808 Pimp)

<Chorus>
You’re livin fantasy
Change the topic
L.F. Legacy
The Verbal Prophet
<Entropy>
The rap war aftermath where MC shot last
All you heard was earthquakes and gun blasts
There was one last
In about several verse
And that’s the one with the most metaphors in one verse
Those who didn’t rehearse
Got on the mic blown
Once you in the rap game kid you on your own
Mic that’s chrome
Will make it all worth it
I’m the first you heard it from puttin niggaz in the dirt kid
Tearing through your whole anatomy and psychology
My styles are more complex than computer technology
Part of your biology chemistry and physical science
Smoked so much reefer fucked up your whole mental balance
Too much violence
Rugged bombs gettin dropped
No trace of the naked eye
The outcome hip-hop
No way to stop
Too much MCs actin dumb
The traces of the weak are the liver and the lungs
Here to bomb
So we can all get high
Let Lyrical Fusion
Rip and take you into the sky
Then you wonder why
We all makin millions
Its cause you just heard the words of the rap chameleons
<Chorus>
You’re livin fantasy
Change the topic
L.F. Legacy
The Verbal Prophet
<Lil Jay The Ripper>
Street stalker
Shadow in the dark
Key position
Eyes like a hawk
Stalkin
Waitin for the next life I’m takin
Niggaz I’m decapitating
Too many clones fakin
Ain’t shaking shit
Need to come with the realness
I’m givin you somethin you can feel bitch
I’m goin for broke
Left you hanging by a rope
You fucking fiend
Waiting for the needle to hit your vein
Its a shame
Can you feel the pain?
Loads of demons stealing your soul
Loss of mind control
We takin over
One of the South’s strongest soldiers
Roll over your team like boulders
Knock your head off your shoulders
I’m the true title holder
<Chorus>
You’re livin fantasy
Change the topic
L.F. Legacy
The Verbal Prophet
<808 Pimp>
Yo peep the game from this angle
Full of pimps, murderers
Fake rappers gettin mangled
I tell em take that shit home
Or deal with the chrome
Dial 433-11-97 on the phone
Cop the clan
They be at Bayberry
Dealin wee to the next man
So come up!
Drop the elbow lets get done up
Put your gun up if your fed up
DEA on your tracks
Bustin in your crib tryna take your stacks
Taps on your vocal chords
Cameras in the crib courtesy of fusion lords
Cause we be peepin
We see when you be sleepin
Check your step or get wet with the tec
Yo bet
I can play yo ass like a tennis set
foe luv
Pass the dove to the front
So I can cash the shit and twist up another blunt
Pull a stunt like the fallguy
One wrong move and the ass is bye-bye
Who needs an alibi
I’ll pull a walk-by
Fusion comin
Verbal Homicide