Power Rap Freestyle Interlude Prodigy Lyrics

Power Rap Freestyle Interlude   Prodigy

Prodigy---Power Rap (Interlude) 



[Prodigy] 

Power raps inside my skull cap like a brick stack, the kid is back 

I told y'all niggaz ninety-eight list that 

Yo, ninety-nine I piss on rap 

Two thousand where your pistols at? 

Dunn, we be the men in black fatigue 

Thirty-thousand dollar chains that swing 

Yo catch me in the street, poppin that bullshit 

Catch a fat lip, hoes all over your shit 

Bust guns like, nuts all over your bitch 

Yo youse a woman, tell me what the fuck you tryin to do when 

you're growlin all over the top, you get chewed when 

I touch that shit, not only that on the concrete 

We splash more niggaz than the wavepool did 

Check out my new shit, we blood spill, you still ice grill 

Mad cause your clique's shit is homo, the Mobb stay real 

You steady playin the field 

Nigga you sideline rhyme 

Customers complain they can't feel 

You cooked up a half-ass meal 

It's time for me to catch burn on the wheels of steel 

My shit fills, the appetite of the populace 

We could do it via satellites and such 

And show the world how that ass get bust 

Ever since a little youth, I had this lust 

to pick up the motherfuckin pen and just rush 

like morphine beats, through the wires of the EPS plus 

you get penalized, for tryin to rock with the utmost 

Get branded, for bein weak the most, now be ghost 

The fuck outta here, with that bullshit you tryin to share 

with the planet, you need to be shot rappin 

I got sickle cell I feel the pain all year, what's happenin 

Fake thug wanna front like they contractin 

Numbers on my head, Dunn please, I'm here waitin 

You can't touch me, there's no fake love amongst me 

There's no fake niggaz that's run with me 

Somebody gave y'all the wrong info, I ain't the Kiko 

You nympho, put me on to where you breathe at 

You 'sposed to taught that bitch much better than that 

I dwell, where the rest of my vets is at 

From, some to 'Ville to BX and back 

to the lab and the dungeon 

My house of reresentatives stay starvin, beats thumpin 

We unholy, cause there ain't a part missin 

My commission, sit at the table like the last supper 

Fucker.. {*echoes