88 Records - Explore Page Prophets B-Side

rap, Aggressive early-2000s Detroit battle-rap cypher; male lead rap with sharp consonant attacks, female hook in gang-style chants, Crunchy, swung boom-bap drums and grimy looping bass lock a tight pocket as detuned piano stabs jab between phrases, Verses ride double-time with sudden half-time drops on punchlines; hook filters in like a tunnel intro, then explodes in stacked shouts and call-and-response, Each chorus lands on a dramatic tape-stop into dead air, letting the last word hang in the room, fake, female vocals, dramatic, male vocals [Intro] Scroll Swipe Same face Same lie [Verse 1] Blue check bishop Cash-app church Selling y'all halos Straight out the merch "Wake up king" From his mom's old couch Ring light halo In his parents' house Chrome-heart glasses Outlet fit Pixel-rich flex Real-life debt "Three-step system" Eight-pay wall Only thing scaling Is his group chat talk He quote rich dudes Out of context Cut up clips Turn crumbs to a conquest He ain't touch grind He just touch green screen Photoshop flights Crop out the Greyhound seats [Chorus] Fake gurus on the timeline (on the timeline) Same script, same headline (same headline) (She) yelling "run that play!" in the background While he never ran one play in his whole life Explore page prophets (hey!) All cap, no pockets (hey!) We don't praise your profit We just press that block quick— [tape-stop] [Verse 2] He say "trust the process" He the process, trust him Can’t pronounce "Fibonacci" But he got a funnel system "Ask me how" Dog, you just did Cold DMs To impressionable kids He scream "no excuses!" That’s his excuse Blame your grind To avoid his truth "Burn that bridge" He never had roads "Quit that job" He never had goals E-book empire PDF priest Screenshare savior Selling y’all peace He flash that rental Right before dawn Return key, crop logo Then tell you "own the dawn" He love that phrase "Just bet on yourself" While he hedge his risk By betting on your help [Chorus] Fake gurus on the timeline (on the timeline) Same script, same headline (same headline) (She) yelling "run that play!" in the background While he never ran one play in his whole life Explore page prophets (hey!) All cap, no pockets (hey!) We don't praise your profit We just press that block quick— [tape-stop] [Bridge] [Softer, filtered hook vocal] If you had it You'd be quiet Real ones build They don't pirate [Beat slams back in] If you eatin Why you beggin? Only thing you scale Is impressions [Half-time drop] You ain't a mentor You a middleman Between they hope And your little scam #hiphop #hiphopbeats #rap #rapmusic #loudlabs