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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #219
Peak in subgenre #138
Author
Prophit
Rights
Prophit - 2006
Uploaded
July 27, 2006
Track Files
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MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 3:40
Story behind the song
Haters and all that...
Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Prophit]
I may be 16 bars away from fame/
So put the matches near the candles and ice the champagne/
Given a lil' piece of paint, I make, masterpieces/
Since a fetus, I been rocking these-spits through telekinesis/
My flow is a nine, got ten for charisma/
Li-sten, my way of rocking rhy-thms, got you stuck like in a pri-son/
Only blast on foes, when they 'try'na' take mine/
I nearly shot a doc over my naval string back in 8-9/
The way-I'm, superior to most humans like A.I./
Is like taking the mic from a worse rapper, still asking "may-I?"/
And some would like to spray-my, ass with a gat/
Surprised that a few stabs wasn't enough to hold me back/
'Cause I'm able to forsee what I call The Prophicy/
Not even a rapper named "Red Light" would have a chance of stopping-me/
They say signing a contract's like 'copping-a-plea - I wouldn't know/
'Cause my one and only de-mo, got rejected without hope/
Damn...
[Chorus - Prophit]
I pray for better times, looking in my mirror/
I see my options in my reflection, and I fear 'em/
That was my motivation, to first get on a track/
But whatever I do, somebody wanna' hold me back/
I pray for better times, looking in my mirror/
I see my options in my reflection, and I fear 'em/
That was my motivation, to first get on a track/
But whatever I do, somebody wanna' hold me back/
[Verse 2 - Prophit]
I was taught since I was young, to be careful of my dreams/
Any given moment, I could collapse - the stage, my final scene/
My inner emotions, would I trade 'em for the green?/
Giving away my true self for my future, become a machine/
My future path is unseen, so I always watch my step/
You still have the chance to get outta' my way, we ain't got a problem yet/
Maybe my arrogance is fueled by my passion/
Misplaced actions happening, if it wadn't for rapping/
I get tired of people asking "what's up with this and that?"/
My class-A Album, the second half of Q&As through rap/
I'm too poor for war, yo' men can get a screw in they 'back/
I got a knife in mine, that's why I'm blue on a track/
My pops done risen through poverty, and nothing is what he got me/
Call my melody pop-ody, and that's invading my property/
The greatest alive, no taking what's mine - haters are fine, just wait in the line/
I gotta' rewind, ain't got no time - gotta' live before I'm dying/
[Chorus - Prophit]
I pray for better times, looking in my mirror/
I see my options in my reflection, and I fear 'em/
That was my motivation, to first get on a track/
But whatever I do, somebody wanna' hold me back/
I pray for better times, looking in my mirror/
I see my options in my reflection, and I fear 'em/
That was my motivation, to first get on a track/
But whatever I do, somebody wanna' hold me back/
[Verse 3 - Prophit]
I sit and wish for fame, but stardom is often costly/
I wonder, what would the life of a star cost-me?/
To walk the path of ultimate reign, there'd be haters I would face/
Get in the way of fame, causing a pain, only I could pay/
Sometimes, I would pray, but maybe God just ain't feeling-me/
Willingly, I'd wish for more people to see the real-in-me/
An open invitation to my heart, that won't budge/
But whatever I do, people are way too quick to judge/
Since my first spits, I've grown, I can stand on my own/
I 'been doing this since they found Saddam in a hole/
But it's evident, I'm judged on predjuidice alone/
I'm try'na' make it to the light, walking on a dark road/
Haters are quick to jump my bones, hoping my frame will shatter/
The bigger the hopes, the harder the fall, but in the end, does it matter?/
I try to envision my life in the limelight, but can't see nothing at all/
I think God's praying for my downfall/
[Chorus - Prophit]
I pray for better times, looking in my mirror/
I see my options in my reflection, and I fear 'em/
That was my motivation, to first get on a track/
But whatever I do, somebody wanna' hold me back/
I pray for bette
