It’s bout that time
I Open up again

Close caption
Close minded niggaz
This a horror film

Death before dishonor
Fully armored
I ain’t got no feelings 

Cold hearted
***Departing the doubters
From the life
Their living

Every night
I’m with some body daughter

I ain’t baby sitting

She a swallower 
I’m proud of her

She be baby sipping 

Always on a money mission

I don’t see no
Competition

When I had no 
Pot to piss’n

***Got one
And stood in
That kitchen 

Chef’n 
Whip’n up a chicken

Had to hustle
For a pension

***Dodge
Department of corrections

I ain’t into
Call collecting 

Savages
Surround my section

Grimy like the
Trump election

Anytime my name
Is mentioned

Probably by a
Bitch bitch’n

Who wasn’t 
With me in the gym

***and wasn’t with me
On them benches

Wasn’t with me
In them trenches

Won’t be with me
In them benzes

Money over bitches

I ain’t even into
Having friendships

Foes who
Were once friends were

always praying 
On me ending

On my ass
***That’s why I’m shit’n on’m
In a foreign dip’n

Diplomatic Immunity bump’n
I ain’t politicking

Pocket full of
Politicians

Got that Godfather image

Michael Corleone
Taking Fedro out
For so called fishing

...Wishing on star face 
Niggaz tripping 

It’s all hustle...

No luck
***Give zero fucks
I been socially distant

Divine intervention
Had to focus
On intentions

I did it
Cuz I had to
Not for no attention...

Bel air 
Bottle pop’n

Everyday’s a celebration

I’m living on borrowed time

You know my situation

Put in that work

I’m into sanitation

Cleanse my soul

Lord knows
The time that I 
Was facing

(Quick Written) Flamerz Freestyle (Lyrics In Description)

I’d be senseless 
If I didn’t use my senses
Acting all pretentious
***thoughts of grandeur’s
For pretenders
I’m authentic
Replicas’ll meet 
Their ending
I’m a end my day
Counting money
***While my dicks 
Entering faces
Of bitches 
Who use to
Not want me
Now they all 
Up on me
Could it be
The car they see
Cuz back then
They would just 
Ignore me
Now they wanna
***Hop in the passenger
Acting hot
And Horny 

More money
More problems
Mister Wallace
Tried to warn me

Gangsters 
Move in silence
Perpetrators
On the net is corny

I’m your royal 
Highness 
Y’all behind us
On the road
To glory

All my niggaz
Grinders
Who careless
About your
Hustling stories

***We was getting cake..

Up in 
808

Several times a day
Flying up and down
The interstate

While you
Was playing 2k
We accumulated
2k in cash

Smoking gas
Celebrating life
We couldn’t help
But laugh

At all you niggaz
Sitting on your ass
Up in ya mother’s pad 

Been through
Hell and back
Living the life
That You would love
To have

bodybag freesyle (Quick Written)(Lyrics In Description)

Grew up in the hallway
Filled with smoke

It was no joke
Youngins broke 
Covert to
Hustling 
adults

Criminal thoughts
In our skulls 

***We’re trying
To break into vaults

Stayed hungry
***if I could say so myself

If fathers 
Were there to help

We would’ve steered
The boat 
Right towards the iceberg

And robbed
Everything moving
Before fleeing

We’re born Heathens 
***under the all 
Seeing eye

Was on the run
Eating

Watching out
For C.I.’s

See I was on
The low creeping

My line of defense
Was a prayer
***And the strength
From demons

***Scheming
It was Prosper season
All year around

When rain
Hail sleet
And snow
Hit the ground

We hunkered down
And hugged
The block

Squeezing
Twenty twenties
Outta rock

***When we ain’t
Had a lot

Ate a fried thigh 
And cracked an
Arizona

While we waited
On the benches
For the next junkie
To roll up

Day in the life
Of niggaz
On the come up

Intro for
Coppola

Chef’s kitchen
Pyrex pot product
And baking soda

Immune to the odor

Seemingly as
I got older

Every dime
Turned to a snorter 

For the blow
Them hoes
Would blow us

Not worried
Bout the patrollers
Sip Coronas
Pouring Remy
To the ground
To bless the goners

Held Weapons on us...

Blood’ll drip 
From rightful owners

Run up on us
Be dumb
To be honest

You sucker niggaz
Can’t fuck
With a tribe with
Big cojones 

Free the real
Who done caught body’s 

Protecting their own

We come from
Broken homes

From boys
To men
We’ve grown

On pavements
That were 
Stepping stones
To life

Jesus Christ 

To rise
We had the sacrifice

Them books...

Gave me
Food for thought

Survived 
***Hunger pains
Through the night

During daylight...

Hell raisers
Raised the Fahrenheit

Watch out
For the flames

BOYZ IN DA HOOD - 7/9/21, 5.54 PM.m4a

Foreign State of Mind by Prosper Benjamin

Running to
My destination
***Destined for greatness...
Degrading I
***Some insane shit
My soul aligned 
With the ancient Warriors...
Feel their pain roar
From my orifice 
I am Neo vs Morpheus 
I’m enforcing the Ordinance 
I’m aware of no audience 
I’m connected through coordinates 
Constellation’s illumination 
***What shines is my dominance 
I rely on the most high
***They try to lower my confidence
Swear to God
Before I die
***I’ll watch them hang 
Like an ornament
***bunch of low
hanging fruits
That gotta craving for sodomy 
***this is Sodom and Gomorrah all over again
Hold the conversation
On a platform 
That I could go black on
So hard they’ll promise 
I won’t go on again

Fuck you and all of them...

The Revolution
Will be televised
Black fist 
With the middle finger up
It’s paralyzing

I’m the psycho path
***That you shouldn’t be
Psycho analyzing 

Black Kings
Don’t die
We be constantly multiplying 

On God

Prosper Benjamin (reference)- seekae - test & recognize

Trust 
No one’s to be trusted
***love ain’t tangible
***if they say they
Got it for you
They’re bluffing

Don’t get beat
Like percussions
***world’s filled with greed 
Like a gluten 

Money talks
***We can’t speak
If it’s not in the discussion

Take a walk
And see the heart
Of the city
***Where nothings peachy 
It’s gritty...

Poison leaking out
The women that’s pretty...

Meet the men
Who’ll envy
You’re mere existence 
***Pressure rising intensely

Make you hate
Just surviving immensely 

****You gotta breathe
And feel the breeze

Dress warm
Cuz it get cold out here

Have you ask 
Your kinfolk...
Why you do that there

Can’t sleep
Stay woke
Take a nap
Won’t dare..

Fake niggaz 
Don’t make it back
My dear

Clearly...
***Can’t be scary
***But do be wary
Bout the company
You keep

Cuz the knife
Behind their back
Will most definitely 
Cut deep

Don’t get trapped
Up in the trap
***Cuz we won’t hear you
When you weep 
****Stay prayed up
And never let 
Your faith deplete

Amen

Prosper Benjamin (reference) CARRTOONS (feat. Rae Khalil) - 'LIGHTA'

Your tender kisses
Got me wishing on a star

Singing ballads
From my heart

I wanna be where you are...

Whether it’s the next isle
Pushing a grocery cart

Wanna invest in you
Like a Fortune 500 stock

Not with the games at all
I been imagining
Me playing with your hair
***While on my chest’ll
Lay your head

Close my eyes
And say a prayer
For you and I 

You and I verse
The universe

Goddess and a God...

In the garden of nirvana 
***Don’t be Curt
Give me a shot

Swear I’ll love you
Like Courtney 
***even when death do us part 

***I’ll be waiting
On your arrival
****on a cloud 
I’ll save a spot for you love

Best there is 
And ever was
Is your love

Come hold me
I thinking I’m falling
In love

The truth be
Long as you
Keep it true with me

I’ll be by your side
Put your trust in me
And no lie
We’ll lie together comfortably

***Under a Cherry tree
Feeling the summer breeze
***graze our melanin 

Promise the love
I have for you
Will never end

I love you...

Love  (reference)- 10:29:22, 7.52 AM

Glory was distant

**Hidden in thee abyss
Of insignificance 

Dissonance 
Caused my purity to tilt..

Cup half filled...

My heart melts
I never smelled a Sunday breakfast

My granny smiling’s
What I’m finding precious

Before I perish
Hope my sons absorb
This message
And cherish it
Like an heir loom 
***Sorry for the times
***I said I’d be there soon

Momma hope you proud of me
***You’re important to me 
As vital arteries

To you owe my life
***Knowing for me
You sacrificed 

It wasn’t paradise

I was fighting vices 
I was stuck between
A vice grip

Going through the blues
Without a perc script

Praying God
Would give my life
A purpose 
***I was feeling worthless 

And undervalued ....
With an eighty hour
Work shift...

....If it don’t make dollars
Then it don’t make sense

My soul ain’t cleansed 
****My pain is dense
***to tear I’m apprehensive
This is preemptive 
Art of war tactics
***My existence 
isn’t endless
****We all gotta go...
So act accordingly

Cognitive Dissonance  (reference)

MANIFEST (reference)

Let’s get buried
In the lust
It’s a must
That we should rush
To the cusp
Of what is just
***Another form of us
Exposing what it was
That had us
Locked in..

***Let’s get it pop’n...

While the world’s watching

You’re spectacular
With it
And I ain’t shy to admit it

***In fact I’m committed
Your body’s speaking my language

Our hearts collide
And diminish
The fear of going the distance

Exes don’t even mentioning
***Extinct is their whole existence

Heaven is barring witness
To what will never relinquish

Take my hand
And I’ll lead you
To pleasure
Bet it be instant

***I’m a handle my business
Granting all of your wishes

I’ll make you my misses 
Get the house 
With the white picket fences

Him and her Benzes 
And trips to spots
Like Maui and Venice 

This’ll be endless

Loving you’s
Always thee agenda..

I’m the top contender...

The others were just pretenders

Let your guard down
And know without doubt
That I got ya

Like Rell
All this love for free
For real’s
What I offer

prosper is there a way (reference)

I’ve been placed on a mission
***I couldn’t refuse

***In this land of mind
A landmine’s
Needed to blow my fuse
***That’s a damn lie
***A dandelion
Couldn’t determine
Impulses of a lion’s heart
***love or love me not 
My stomach left in nots...
Bit off more than I could chew
Bless the boy
***Who’s skin is dark
Illuminate amongst the moon..

I’m the son who’s shining far
Beyond a doubters expectations
That left emotional scars...
Spangled stars
That rep the nation
***Verse the ultralight beaming
I am not a human being
I’m the lost
Child of God

I was raised along with demons
Who had taught me
How to spar 

Dear mama 
and papa
Sorry I had to pop off

***My intellect
no disrespect...

Just wasn’t aligned
With y’all’s 

Please don’t hurt me
I am worthy
Of your grace

Hide my face
Cuz I’m ashamed 

Due to all the time
I’ve wasted

Trying to endure
All the pain

Solitude in
Granny basement

Gave me solace
Can’t explain
Bout how I forced myself
To promise
I would never love again

I refrain...
from Calling folks
Out their names...
***they’re no friends to me...

No one had my back
***They were fronting
****It was absurd to see

I’ve been trying
To reach out to God...
My sense of urgency

Was seemingly unheard or seen
***Knives ejected out my spleen
 
Murder’s what she wrote
Hurt people hurt people 

hands around my throat
Actions speak loud
But words are lethal
***What shattered first
Was my ego

My heart broke 
to pieces also...

Pain was dwelling...
In my mental
And my torso

I’m more so...
Feeling so alone

***I’ve thought of
Phoning home
But home is where the hate is...

And love is not a vital tone

I’m feeling numb
Engrave these words
On my tombstone

Time don’t always
Heal wounds

Mastered being
That being
That's up in Europeans 

Fuck with white girl
Like Colombians 
Out in Medellin 

...I done saw...
What most of you
Niggaz ain't 
Ever seen

Before the cops
Popped up 
Niggaz packed up
And left the scene

Had rocks
Chopped up

***No baggies 
Use the cellophane 

Crack...

stuffed Up 
in the Cadillac 
Is what I'd sell
A fiend

**Beware
Of enemies 
That's been plotting 
To put an end to me

And Fake friends 
That's known to have
Them two faced
Tendency 

I'm intentionally 
Flexing 

So...

niggaz 
Remember me

Just like that very Moment
That they lost their virginities 

I'm like
A deity 

***Swear to god
I'm thinking 
Unreasonably 
 
These fraudulent niggaz 
Can't be in
Touch with reality 

..In real life..

My life

Like a
Martin Scorsese scene 

Good fella 

***I could see my future 
Looking so serene 

Bum niggaz mix
Sierra Mist 
With promethazine 

... I admire
The city skyline 
From a mezzanine 

I'm GQ
***Need my face
On covers of magazines 

My g gave me a Q

***That's how my
Pockets got 
Filled with green 

Cash rules
Everything 
Around me

I've been 
Getting cream

Method to 
My madness

Got me
Resembling 
Charlie sheen

And Michael Douglas 
I'm on Wall Street 
With a beauty queen 

Money never sleeps 
That's why it's money
Over everything 

Married to the mob
We eloped
Without a 
Wedding ring

Used to play
The trap
Annoyed 
Waiting for my
Phone to ring

***Now you could 
Picture me rolling 

In a foreign
Bumping queen 

We are the champions 

Thank god
For my loyal team 

Getting dirty money 
While tryna 
Make sure
Our hands
Are clean

Cuz federalis
Will try to get you
For anything 

...I want my name 
Up on a blimp

I'm working on a scheme 

***When I get it
In motion
I Hope the Ds 
Don't intervene 

***I need 
That lavish crib
With cameras
To see when you're entering 

I'm still
Paranoid 
Due to the
Days I was peddling 

Dope and caine 

Ever since them days
I ain't been 
The same 

Feel my pain
I'm sipping 
Champagne 
Stress up in my brain
Got me feeling drained 
Feeling numb
Without a novocaine

The Notorious B.I.G. - Long Kiss Goodnight (quick written)(Lyrics In Description)

I'm back on my 
Bull shit
I'm Jordan 
With the forty five
I'll never coincide 
With niggaz
That'll fabricate 
Their lives
All the lies
They're tryna 
Monetize 
I won't let
Survive
Since we ain't 
See eye to eye
I'll break'm down
To size

***I'm a blazer
***Trailing
Like drexler
In a hoopty ride
With a Bonnie
By my side
I'm feeling like
A modern Clyde 

Spray at you
And then I'll slide
****My hideout 
By the river side
Looking like
A fly
Air b&b
When you step inside

Step aside 
Them phony vibes
I'm sensing 
Make the killer rise
In my soul 
****My heart is cold
***Picture me
Being polarized 

pulverize
You cowards
In disguise 

I despise you
Type of guys

...I'll be the reason 
Why your mom'll cry
***Somebody should've 
Told that woman's child 
I'm not the one 
To try 

They lied 
if they told'm 
That tomorrow 
Never dies

Cuz today 
Will be the day
That I put an end
To his life

You too
Coolio
This ain't no 
Gangster paradise 

This is hell
That I'm raising 
Along with the
Fahrenheit 
***Do you like
Bishop
On the roof...

Hope
Ya not afraid 
Of heights 

You're a myth
And I'm the truth

Don't get 
Pierced 
With a knife

Do you like
Tony did frank

***I'll kill you
Then fuck ya wife

I'm told my dick's crack...
She'll be begging 
For the pipe 

Then I'll make her
Catch a cab

She ain't bout to
Spend a night

She done smoked
All the weed

And done sniffed  
An eighth of white 


I'm feeling like Sosa 
That's that shit
I don't like

She soaked up
The sofa
I done nut'd 
In her twice
***she said she pregnant 
But I had the
Jimmy on
Extra tight

***I owe dog
For the Caine 

He gave me a
Nice price....

Even though he
Know I'm living large
As Kelly price

He'll still 
Do me

 like 
They did
Harold at
The light

I could never
Love a hoe
That I got vice

(Quick Writteen) Swizz Beatz  Money In The Bank (Lyrics In Description)

Friends turning 
to strangers 
Be the first sign of danger
***They see you eating 
And they hungry
Thirst for blood
Ain't gon linger
So be aware 
Before they take it there

They'll be prepared 
Plotting on you
So Keep a pistol near

It was all good a week ago
At least you thought so

But little did you know
That they was going broke 
Flexing for these hoes
And tampering 
With coke

They baby mommas home...
On the gram
Liking all ya photos 

But you ain't notice
Cuz you was to busy 
Watching doe roll...

...In quicker
Than spinning wheels 
On a Monte Carlo 

Them niggaz
Is fixing to put 
one in ya torso

And When they let it... (shot)

Shoot back 
And get low

Last week 
They had the drop
But you was with
Ya kids tho

The envy
Going stronger
Day by day
They scheme to get you

They slid by ya mommas 
Yearning hard
To press the issue 

These niggaz wanna 
Harm ya
Thinking that it's 
Beneficial 

For them to stick 
And kill you
Rather than...
To come and 
ask you

For a helping hand...

...They're no longer ya mans

Now that you up
They're looking down on you
And want to land
The opportunity 
To put two or three
Bullets in your V
***Then rob you for ya
Work cash and jewelry 

No foolery 

They'll eventually 
Get you if you sleep

*****So keep...
one eye open
***Stay alert 
When in the streets 

...Cuz they got...
one plan 
***Hoping that
 their Mission 
***gets completed 

These nigga wanna
Kill you not a secret

They're linking 
With your enemies 
You overlooked 
Their tendencies

To act like
Grimy bitches
When you cut'm off
From getting D

Pause

***They just wanna eat
Ya looking like food
And they finna feast

Oh shit...
there to go
Aiming at ya jeep...

(*********)

Put that shit 
In drive
And slide

Ain't nowhere 
To run or hide

***They just hit
Ya driver side

Right by now
It's ride or die

Make them niggaz 
Realize

Who they romp with
Get on ya war shit

Spin the block
Before the cops 
Swarm in

Shit
There they go
Pull up on'm...

Stop them niggaz from running...

Show them that you a problem...

Buck a couple at'm...

Got one in the leg
And hit the other in the head

...One man down
One man left
Go ahead...

...Shoot first
Ask questions last

You ain't got no time to speak
***Here comes the coppers
For that ass

***Take off that niggaz mask
Look through the windows 
Of his soul

...Y'all was sandbox homies 
Once upon a time 
Was bros

..But now them days
Are gone
Maybe later you could mourn 

But for now
Stop playing 
Cock it back
And get it done nigga

Cormega - Dead Man Walking  (CHALLENGE) (Lyrics In Description)

I’m getting to it
Those in doubt
Will soon be proven foolish

Bet ya bottom dollar
Every goal I make
I’m executing

In pursuit of
All of my desires
All my dreams
Are lucid

Born alone
Die alone
Check this
Pariah’s evolution...

Suck my dick stupid
Love it when ya
Bitch do it

She French kiss it
Then it’s au revoir
I just flew in

***Money talks
Quite fluent
School of
hard knock student

Learned more on the block
Then I ever did
In their institutions

***I dabbled in distribution
Transporting on road
Commuting
Up in down the coast
Live by the code
It seems that most
Are losing

***Dolowski out
Dolo cruising
Cuff ya bitch
Or she’ll be choosing..

It’s the return
Of the Mack
I feel like Max Julien

***Prosper Benji
Tell a friend
Enemies I got plenty

Fuck’m all
I’m overall
A King
That’s simply
born to envy

Come test me
Shit’ll get ugly
Like twenty twenty

Haters can’t see me
Me shining
Impaired their twenty twenty

Need that twenty
twenty two
Bentley

Pockets on hefty
Getting thots
That resemble
Bernice Burgos
Out their panties

This is for
my chefs

Pulling baking
Soda out
Their pantries

One day we gon
Make it
One love
For the Grammies family

late night work 12:30:2020 - 12:31:20, 2.26 AM (Lyrics In Description)

Told my sons
That the world
Is theirs

And that
Failures
Only an issue
If they ain’t prepared

Gotta keep
Ya head high
When facing
All your fears

***Hardest niggaz
On the tiers
Doing years
Dropping tears

Pray they
Make it outta there

For the real
I say a prayer

***If they could
Make it through that
I swear they
Could make it anywhere

Put your glasses
In the air

*** toast
It’s a celebration bitches

This is for my people’s
Who made it
From rags to riches

***Keep your
Middle fingers up
For them hater
Niggaz and bitches

***We don’t pay them
Much attention
Cuz we busy
Handling business

To my hustlers
In the trenches

Picture you rolling
In benzes

With the Windows
To your souls

Covered with
Cartier lenses

What a life

Grinding Day to Night

Gotta get it right

Throw the dice

Life’s a gamble
Up in Lucy’s paradise

Parasites
Is them snitches
Detectives and
Blue and whites

This the mob
Money over bitches
Hoes can’t be a wife

Watch them niggaz
Closest to you
Cuz their prone
To do you shiest

***Must pay to cost
To be the boss
Everything in life
Has a price

Let me leave you
With this advice

Theirs plenty
Of distractions
In this world
A major one
Will be if drugs
Is your vice

I’m speaking
From experience

Just trying
To shed some light

But for now
I digress

***Let’s just Enjoy
Ourselves tonight

Luchini AKA This is It (FREESTYLE)- 2:11:21, 8.48 PM

Walk with me 
talk with me 
hop up in the passenger 
and slide with me 

ride with me 
eat this American pie with me 

vibe with me 
rise with me 
touch the friendly skies with me 
get fly with me 

look into each 
others eyes with me 

Compromise with me 
Make plans that coincide with me 

smile with me 
laugh with me 
cry with me 

Is you with me or not?!?

Let’s runaway 
Tie the knot with me

Raise children
under one roof with me 
be true with me 

Want you with me 
When my skies are gray 

can you stand 
the rain with me 

taste some crème brûlée 
sip Chardonnay 
on foreign lands with me 

count 100 grand with me 

go down hand-in-hand with me 

if them people come 
hide the guns 
And flush the grams with me 

When the money goes 
Is you gon go and 
say you’re done with me...

or show your loyalty 
and run it up again with me

Prosper Benjamin

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