yo jus a little somethin

[Proph aka ..::Konztrukt::..]

yo..


P-R-O-P-H gon eliviate, ya soul from ya chest i wont abbreviate/
ya name from full lenght to short like LP to EP u gon see-me-hate//
knock knock, that aint ya door, i knocked on ya face now u on the floor/
lyrical whore, re-used n abused so u cant choose no more//
like a forced abortion, i own u, ima take ya portion n get charged wit extortion/
i propheci tha prophecy will de-face u wit a cas of mace jus outta boredem//
jus picture the rap game wit out big proph's obnoxious non-stoppin c-talkin/
aint c-walkin, when confined to 23's on wheelchair i be "seen rockin"//
whatever the situation, if i see-u-hatin, u and ya set will regret/
disrespectin me, like sars its infectin me wit hate n rage like i jus lost a bet//
but i aint lost yet, when i squeeze the trigga, thats jus more funds to inflate my figgas/
stackin high n gettin bigga, u makin ya own grave, callin u the grave digga//
hip hop is everywhere around u, dont kid yaself man cuz i "will clown-you"/
but not wit a red nose and big shoes, more like wit il flows n a lit fuse//
once im lit i jsu cant be stopped, i can see ya sweat when i tic n i toc/
no such thing as "writers block", get ya own mind u sheep dont follow the flock//
its time to rise up and take back the rap game wit no shame wit no fame player/
u more like john mayer, thinkin a mans "body is a wonderland", dont get gayer//
i got no concience when it comes to nonsense, i stuck on-fence/
no desicion on whether i should cock back the gat or jus use my com-sense//
 n choose the right path n supress my wrath n turn my madness into a joke n laugh/
im liek donald trump chump, "your fired" when u feel inspired to disrespect my staff//
least but not last, when did hip hop go form tip top to trash/
guess dubcc is left to reign supreme n take it back n take the wack n smash//

[Dreamz]

That was tight
I liked it
two thumbs up

[Inspectah]

Yea tight piece homie.. bitta fresh keyin' their!