Cloud Envy - 629 Prophet

Hocus pocus, Jeepers creepers
Holy smokes, and dirty sneakers
Put yah feet up
Warn yah self, and tread with caution
Whole lotta dawgs
But nobody ain’t barking
More like biting...
Flow like Tyson, you like faucet
I am Voss, I never played it sweet
Cause I’m steady flossing
Write these words, to earn my profit
I can’t call it.
Different day a different topic
Just another verse from the...
Tell em where you from
629 Prophet
Why would you stop it, how could you stop it?
I can turn a fan to a all out mosh pit
You too busy worried bout some nonsense
Y’all be outta pocket, I be wanna punch yah
In yah socket, Or cock back my rocket
Y’all must have forgotten, the almighty Titan
The 7 foot giant, on his way to triumph
Y’all gotta quit trying, Y’all don’t know myscience
But trust that it’s diamond, and glow like Orion
The melanin shining, y’all too busy frying
Yah efforts dying
But me I’m too busying destroying the climate
*Wait*
Now let’s get back to rhyming, nobody is safe
Cause the squad terrifying, I gave you some knowledge
Now go and apply it
I got me a tribe, that’s gone keep multiplying
They try and divide us, then we just gone riot
The land of soul ain’t nobody surviving
Apex predator, you can see me climbing...
But Me I gotta move in silence
Like mimes, like minds I find I rhyme
Stick to guidelines guidelines guidelines...
Smoking that fine pine
thinking bout fine times
Bring me back 9 rhymes
play them back timelines
Said to much fine mine
Tell you bout my life
I've been. Trapped in emotionless picture
Lost my ambition, she got submissions
I got my list and everything I wanna do in life
Tell me I can do but I can never do it right
Fuck it, I'm gone in my mental
I'm lost in the stars, and I'm lost in subluminal thoughts
If she got it now, when she giving my chalk
If he talk about a nigga
Put a nigga in some chalk
Put bro
in some chalk, fly off I’m the eagle
Regals, playing my feature debut
It’s major, like the league that I Chew
Spit out, up to bat, home runs
How bout you?
I see that you knew what you was getting too
Groove always ahead, respect my mental
If not, sure you shot without fox
Crews won’t get news, but birds just hear...

Written by:
Jalen Tucker, Joshua Tucker

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