[Verse: AudaciT]
This a dome shot to the f**-boy phrazes
Tried to start beef cause we ain't let him on the playlist
Panties in a bunch cause his verse got dumped
Facebook thugs sayin' that they'll get us pumped
Stop rapping, no one will f**ing scout you
Cause without Mark, no one would give a f** about you
Didn't mention my name, but riding for the squad
But this broad finds it odd that we ain't feeling this fraud
But tell me, why would you mess with the best?
With your lisp you probably also beefing with the letter S
Yeah, now prophecy is comedy, ain't nobody wanna see
Lupe Fiasco wannabees
"Sunny Singh", which is ironic cause you can't
So much Auto-Tune in the track, man that sh** is sounding scant
Why you f**ing with future stars?
No one gives a f**; how many big words are in your bars
You wanna be Hopsin so bad, Goddamn
Stop feeding off others' buzz, be your own f**ing man
I listened to your mixtape, how could it be so wack?
I want 30 minutes of my motherf**ing life back
Prophecy, understand that you ain't sh** if you weren't on Phrazes dick you would not exist
Dawg, I could beat you as a fetus
It's like you don't even know what staying on beat is?
This is prevoked, trust, we tried to chill
You're just lucky you don't have a career that I could k**
We tried to offer you our help
I don't have to say we're better, our views speak for themself
Don't bother replying, this a warning shot showing we not the ones to be trying
But yo, I'm done with these f*ggots
Y'all dug your own grave, we're just closing the casket
[Verse 2: Koncept]
Look, it's kind of sad how I'm back right?
Spit freely, it's ironic that my raps tight
I'm about to bring to light, the reasons why you wanna fight
My rap sk**s out do you by a long shot
Behind your computer screen you feel safe like an armed cop
I know you heard "Repo" and started shaking in your socks
Your daddy probably nailed down your windows
Your mommy probably brought out the prayer mats
What you got to say to that?
Claiming you underground
That's where you're gonna be, I'm talking six feet deep
Now what you got to say to that?
Really I'm doing this for the sake of rap
You dumb, rap f*ggots got me back at it
Known for squashing beats, I ain't known for squashing beef
Prophacy is raps equivalent to broccoli
You think you're an Immortal Technique prodigy?
You f*ggots use big words and think you got hot flows
I bet even Mark knows, he'll probably switch up before pot the close
Now let me rap like you
The astronomical philosophical "dragons" of the secret service run the banks
Plus the Illuminati control everything around me, I'm so underground, blah blah
See it ain't hard to sound like you
You better off being a lawyer or a doctor
Or you better start making tracks like Waka Flocka
I'm starting to feel bad for you son
Just take a look at what Mani and AudaciT done
You're pretty smart you never took shots a T
But even worse you had the nerve to take shots at me?
See since the start I've had break n***as down just keep my crown
Just cause your verse got scrapped you gon' start speaking loud?
I never gave you permission to start speaking out
Boy you lucky you ain't got blasted
I son'd you both, now I'm out, y'all ba*tards..
Y'all ba*tards
[Joe Pesci Skit]
[Verse 3: Mani]
Somebody please tell prophecy that he's a f**ing fallacy
A "Phrase" is a group of words that make a meaning
But Phrazes can't even use his f**ing words properly
Phrazes needs to learn his f**ing phraseology
I've been in places that you ain't never seen before
I've been around some things that you can't even afford
This sh**s a hobby to you so I recommend you stop
Or I might be the reason that the PH drops
I'm a prodigy, and tell prophecy I'm a prophet
You Pagans and I'm Muhammad
You faking it to Islamics
Got verses like the Qur'an
& I do it if Inshallah
My flow is too ill, but still I never die
I do this sh** for real, you n***as do not comply
After hearing this sh**, how you n***as gon' survive?
We k**ed both of you pussies, so you better not reply
When was the last time a dead man was walking alive?
On the PH scale, my flow would be acidic
You're more like soapy water, you n***as is just a gimmick
& if I'm like Drake then I'm 'bout my "Good Riddance"
You're Aristo, motherf**er, your career has just ended
You're verse got dumped so you happened to throw a fit
& I was glad to hear that you really wanted to quit
But Mark's your boyfriend and you're really a little b**h
& you s** Prophecy's dick, but that's something you won't admit
Aye Fallacy, why you always callin' out your d**h?
Let me explain the reason it's something you gon' regret
Cause I eat rappers, I'm 7 your 6
& the last time I checked n***a, "786"
You ain't bout that life, talkin' 'bout gun poppin'
A true story when you made "Thug-A-Nomics"
You a geek a** n***a, trying act hard
Thinking you f**in' bad, you ain't doing nothing at all
& you could say just what you want, a broke n***a's 2 cent don't matter
With the damage I just caused, I think that you would need it after
I ain't trying to leave you broke, you're already a joke
& No I don't smoke but I k**ed in just a toke
First time I seen jail, I was only thirteen
You think I'm scared? How you mean you gon' murk me?
Smartened up when I was sitting in the cell
If I didn't then I'd probably come & murk you by myself
We bring guns, we don't bring the gun talk
Tell the white cop to bring out the white chalk
You dumb n***as should've stayed in your own lane
Now Mani be the reason you're denied in the game..