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Prophet

Prophet was an American Melodic Rock band from New Jersey, United States. The last lineup of the group was Russell Arcara (vocals), Dave DiPietro (guitar), Ken Dubman (guitar), Scott Metaxas (bass), Joe Zujkowski (keyboard) and Jim Callahan (drums). However, the band had many lineups along its career. more »

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(AlFilmedIt)
Yeah STL Been acting the same way since potty trained 
Don’t bro me if you don’t know me 
Bitch I’m from the show me still got 3 bad bitches tryna blow me 
I see y’all niggas tryna steal my flow that’s a no no
Don’t make me have to pull up to your show tho 
And make that 40 go go 
Real shit southside forever
What’d you say Prophet 
Throw that shit on 
Yuh yuh aye Bitch bitch bitch Yuh
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Rob a bitch for his Jesus piece 
Got him screaming out geez Louise 
Stop him out leave my sneakers creased 
You ain’t trapping you just flipped some g’s little homies pushing quarter p’s 
Big homie out moving keys 
If there’s an issue you gone Rest In Peace 
So don’t push my buttons you’ll be deceased 

Never lied I ain’t deceitful 
Dark thoughts I know I’m evil
Beat his ass if he touch my people 
Royalty you can tell I’m regal 
Smoking gas you know that’s diesel
Heard your songs and that shit fecal 

Everyone wanna be gang gang till it’s game time and they house get sprayed 
Everyone wanna be tough but get killed cuz they Times up 
Don’t dap me up if you two face
Titty boi like I’m 2chainz 
Where I’m from they all push Caine 
 Coke dealers in a Bruce Wayne 
Where I’m from get it 2 ways 

Sell drugs or you sell guns
Either way you finna be a plug 
Southside we was raised by thugs
Grandma always pray for us 
Tell the truth that ain’t saying much 
Fueled by hate cuz the streets showed love (4x)

(K Loyal)
Aye Aye I said bitch where you at
Don’t make me fucking run up you get splats 
We got guns we got clipse we got straps 
I go dumb off the shits fully Mac’d
I said bitch where you at
Don’t make me fucking run up you get splats 
We got guns we got clipse we got straps 
I go dumb off the shits fully Mac’d

(Vendetta)
I could hit a lick to this I might hit a lick to this 
Competing with vendetta he get pissed just like a activist 
Stepping to vendetta he gets pressed just like a pencil tip
Yuh that boy got it twisted like a pretzel is
Fuckboi tell em shut the f*ck up okay huh
Run boi run for the hills like it’s a race
And Hills might have eyes 
But I got eyes that see through
Better uh
You might see a rapper 
I see opps and north side detta 
On my kill shit 
That boy he on fentanyl pill shit
Fake drip
He be sipping fake 
Drop that field shit 
Karo in his cup so he might hit the plug back real quick 
Couldn’t give a f*ck so why the f*ck would I give 2 shits
Zip Top I got all this purple where my pimp walk 
Pimp cane pimp slap a hoe if she act disgusting 
Aye Run it up run up out my house if you want fuckery 
Mic is On my armory make you look like mockery 



Aye Aye I said bitch where you at
Don’t make me fucking run up you get splats 
We got guns we got clipse we got straps 
I go dumb off the shits fully Mac’d
I said bitch where you at
Don’t make me fucking run up you get splats 
We got guns we got clipse we got straps 
I go dumb off the shits fully Mac’d

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