Top!k - Prophet (No Breaks)

Snatching ya title with homicidal recital
It's vital I leave you idle and thats Final On the vinyl
You gets scratched K.O'ed in the Match when my rhyme hatch
It's cracking so reconsider ya rapping
Are you sure are you ready for war I'm leaving you tore
Hard to the core with rhyme galore
My dopeness leave you hopeless
Murder atrocious on ya rhymes that Stay bogus
I'm focused the lyrical black locust
Hip hop hostess on the track leave You unnoticed
Overlooked Im raw like Undercooked
Rhyme got the crowd hooked ya Mic took ya show rebooked
Topik stay hott bottom line closed Book
Take a look you mad shook a rook Getting took
By a hook or by a crook the top Emcee
Simply clotting ya flow like Hemophilia B
No losses
In the office with bosses
Hot shit Ep leaking like faucets
Top notch hip hop cuts out the Butcher shop
I chop ya hot drop and bubble up like Soda pop
My rhyme hot like the glock that Shot the cop
My 16 knock and blow spot you gets Dropped
My team on top Nonstop running Ya block
Hot stock On the clock
No time for small talk
Yo crew tens on the 2
Not adequate to
So fall through
My rhyme sick like stomach flu
Come into the tried and true
The equivalent to the point of view Of the ZANU
Militant the significant hip hop
Diligent
So consistent with the emcee Detriment
In the royal regiment you coil and You hesitant
I boil and I represent the competent Astonishment
Energy like photochemical exchange
Polemical abrupt change disrupt at close range
Phase change no shortchange like stock exchange
Onstage rage disengage from the rib Cage
Young sage from the tar pit
Transmit the hard hit Witt of a Savage causing damage
Ask for it and there you have it Havoc
Hip hop addict spitting acid On These maggots
No gimmicks Got lyrics to the Finish
Mimics I diminish they grab the mic And blemish
My rhyme replenish the Hiphop full Stop
Blow spot off top going for the head Shot
My rhyme a hard hit it's so Hallucinogenic
Breaking every thing splenic proven To be authentic
I blow minds with dope lines on my Grinds like I'm bout mine
It's bout time I get mine get rich Nigga or die trying
Flip and make it double hardcore in The struggle
B hustle make it smuggle when the Cash get snuggle
Young beast from the east Raise the Dough like yeast
Release the mouth piece on beats Sucka keep the receipt
The high priest Of hip hop got my Cheese off top
I make drops that keep the block hott
I jot to rock spot with thought
My ink blot represent the well taught
A swell swat to ya weak spot
Second thought hip hop is ya blind Spot
I thinks not you know not to come From the knot
My sense of vitality Kills ya validity
Hit you weaponry rhyme complexity
Knowledge longevity performing Exceptionally
I can feel ya jealously mad at a legacy
I can feel ya jealously mad at a legacy
Knowledge longevity performing Exceptionally

Written by:
BRITNEY KING

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