Lyrics
you dont know...
i dont feel you....
you fake to me,,
and you aint real
just cause you signed..
dont make u tight
u got fan clubs,
but you still suck
you fantasy...
and u dont know me,
i'm just so ill,
it makes you sick..
cause you all fakes,
u must admit,
cause prophesor phree,
says you still suck
4:53
i stole ya beat, i dont want ya fame, cause after this is done, you will remember my name, you ever had a real emcee, rip up on ya track, no u have not, cause all ya rappers is wack. just when you thought it was safe, to realease a hot track, here i come from the depths of realness to attack, what u bringin is fake, u just sellin a chorus, there aint nothin u can say, that does anything for us. what exactly are are u sayin, it dont make no sense, go get some help with ya rhymes, cause u got plenty of friends. you can ask me yaself, or just geust the destination, cause it's bout time you fakes face the realization, that just cause i aint signed, dont mean i cant spit, and prophesor phree is the name, that you'll never forget, i'm outclassin mainstream, and i'm doin it right, with their very own beat, but my personalized mic
you dont know...
i dont feel you....
you fake to me,,
and you aint real
just cause you signed..
dont make u tight
u got fan clubs,
but you still suck
you fantasy...
and u dont know me,
and i'm so ill,
it makes you sick..
cause you all fakes,
u must admit,
cause prophesor phree,
says you still suck
3:26
not all of ya ice, could be as cold as me,combine it all together it would all melt next to my heat, cause i dont play nice, when it comes to mainstream, i'm dissin you all, i'm callin you out, it's only me,, it's things like that, that make this sound kind of weird, but with style like this, makes me well known and feared,. i'm gonna make it a crime, against the law to be wack, cause i'm keepin it real, even on this dissin track, cause big tymers u suck, and i dont exxagerate, what u gonna say? "phree, all u do is player hate", i've stolen this beat, and brought it to the underground, to remix it up and give it such a fresher sound, cause i'm tired of you, pretendin that you broke and got no money, your attempt at writing a rhyme just comes off real funny, cause i'm phreein the minds, like only i can do,
you dont know...
i dont feel you....
you fake to me,,
and you aint real
just cause you signed..
dont make u tight
u got fan clubs,
but you still suck
you fantasy...
and u dont know me,
i'm just so ill,
it makes you sick..
cause you all fakes,
u must admit,
cause prophesor phree,
says you still suck
2:00
it's time to wrap it up, i aint playin no more, i'd rather be by myself than be like the rest and conform, i spit this way, i got my rhyme and reason it's clear, i think that the big tymers are all queer, i seen em kissin each other all over tv at sears,i bet they get all touchy feely, after a couple of beers, walk by their tourbus it's just the guys and u hear, (i wonder who pretends to be the girl?), i'm writin history with every bar that's completed, i hate the rap game today, everyone is conceited, it's all a big trend, people bitin so freely, you see m driving on tv, they make it seem just so easy,.
i sit and watch em dancin, movin they heads and feet, phree bring da heat, with these rhymes from the street but this is me signin off, let them play with the beat, i'll see you next time, my mission is complete
