First Vese: Mad Prophet
Vocals by: Crustation
Produced by: J Dilla

Purple [prod. by J Dilla]

1st Verse: Mad Prophet
2nd Verse: Rezurec

(Original Track by: Dilated Peoples - Worst Comes To Wost)

Share A Virtue ft. Rezurec [prod. by Alchemist]

Original track
Produced and mixed by: Jad Kassatly

The Pen  [prod. by Jad Kassatly]

Self Reflection [prod. by Shin Ski]

Lyrics written and performed by: Mad Prophet
Instrumental produced by: Edd Abbas
Cuts by: DJ Goadman
Mixed and Mastered by: Jad Kasatly @BoomBox Studios

The Principle [prod. by Edd Abbas] x [Cuts by DJ Goadman]

Lyrics written and performed by: Mad Prophet
Instrumental by: Nuttkase & RipBeat (Lobotomy EP)
Mixing and Mastering by: Jad Kasatly @BoomBox Studios

Rocka Bye Baby [prod. by Nuttkase & RipBeat]

Lyrics written & performed by: Mad Prophet
Production, mixing & mastering by: Ameen Al

Chorus:
Hit you with the sound
Hold it down (uh)
I don't give a fuck if i stay underground 
(4x)

1st Verse:
This flow flawless,My mic's my goddess, I'm forever connected
Better than most these so called artists, But I still feel neglected
They tell me I show promise, to stay modest,
Stay calm and collected,
But to be honest, this ain't about me feeling rejected
I just live in a country where my culture ain't respected
It's Hip Hop
Y'all better check the method
I put my heart into these lyrics man
Y'all better check the message
But this message was distorted, so I had to get it sorted
My mind's like a thesaurus so I dove deep and explored it
Came up with some serious shit that i wish I had recorded
It was gorgeous, so I never slacked on my performance
Now every bit of hate I got, fuck it I just ignored it
I been short all my life but grabbed the mic and felt enormous
See I never expected to get rewarded, it wasn't important
I just set a goal and moved towards it
All the hype, I stored it
Then my game accelerated, hit drive and I fuckin' floored it
While you were just chillin', hiding in your shell like a tortoise
You tried to buy in but you couldn't afford it
So you forfeit
Tried to take off but you never boarded
Or maybe you did
But dove off the ship like mission aborted
Now you're pissed off and morbid
Your cash flow stiff like rigor mortis 
You can't touch me bitch
I fuckin' built this fortress
with a style so fuckin' powerful
It could shift the earths orbit

(Chorus)

2nd Verse:
Let me set the score, we all want our just rewards
But this music thing's a double edged sword
You either do you and stay poor or become an industry whore
All the real shit's ignored but I accept the challenge
It's all good, whatever happens happens
I'm just trying to stick with my talents, 
spread my message and restore the balance,
And if shit don't pop off, then fuck it i'll manage
No damage done
I'll keep blasting mics like guns with the heat of the sun 'till it ain't fun no more
I'm just keepin' it raw
If you doing it for the love then what you doing it for?
Fuck the car's, the money, the jewels and the hunnies
I want that respect that you can't take from me
Something intangible
I ain't like these other clowns man, I'm a different fucking animal
A different breed,
All my ambitions to succeed were never pushed by greed
But that's just me though
Nah I don't need to feed my ego,
Almost ever MC started off with a week flow
Before 2013, shit, I was incognito
Now I'm steadily improving as we go through these stages
Now what's the point of rapping if you ain't saying shit and all you do is fake it
Time's never wasted when you're trying to make a statement,
To become a master you gotta start off with the basics,
stay gracious, it takes patience to hit the apex,
You could never measure greatness with a pay check
Now everybody like yo did he just say that?
Yes that's precise
I know that shit was nice so just to be polite, fuck it imma say it twice
You can't measure greatness with a pay check if you can't play it right
if you can't hold it down,
Fuck around, I'll hit you with the thundersound
So even if the cash gives me the runaround, I'll never compromise my music so
I don't give a fuck if I stay underground.

If I Stay [prod. by Ameen Al]

Verse 1:
I'm mean like that
They speak about the peaks that i've reached since back
When I hit em in the cheek like smack
seeking methods to defeat the mac
I'm too stacked yo I speak the facts
They too whack yo they weak in fact
Lacking gusto to keep intact
The cut throat flow
Techniques impact when I tweak the track
To fit my mental
Now raise the treble to another level 'till I'm settled
Now I'll revel in my glory
Praised at the alter
Cuttin short your story
Like I'm a fucking author
Style so gory
Like a lamb to the slaughter
I'm sunnin' you like Maury homie
You are not the father!
But this mic to my name
Like Rick James to cocaine
Now bitch, I feel no pain
Cuz this game's my domain
Drive by's on slow lanes
I'm blasting like propane
Hittin noodles, lo mein
Your bitch give you no brain

Chorus:
I'm mean like that
They speak about the peaks that I've reached since back
When I hittem in the cheek like smack
(WHAT?!) [2x]
I'm Mean Like That [6x]

Verse 2:
And I'm so blessed
So who the fuck wanna test
You could be my guest
From the Middle East to the West
Prophet shittin' on the rest
Best wear a vest cuz I'm coming through your chest
Like hot lead
Full speed ahead
Yo i'm going for your bread
This ain't no illusion
I'm more than human, a mutant nuisance
a bug eyed and kinda cartoon-ish deadly opportunist
Got the blueprint for amusement
Making crowds lose it when they groovin as a unit
To the lucid movements of my tongue
Get sprung
Puff the Buddha
Cough out your lungs
Get zoned
Roll up bazookas
Get blown
Get A little looser
Every body like yo i never knew ya
Got the flow to get you stoned like medusa
Told em beggars can't be choosers
And chickens can't be roosters
Get used to this
Stayin true to this
Best believe I got the flow to bless you
Like the Eucharist

Chorus: ...
 

Mean Like That [prod. by Ameen Al]

Lyrics:

Murderer for pay,
Got a call earlier today,
Mans voice was raspy,
Still dude kept it smooth, Kinda classy
Said he wanted a man dead,
I replied gladly,
Do you want it done quick or bloody and nasty?
I'll make him die slow,
He said

"Its your choice since you're the pro",

Just send me his info,
and if he's laying low,
Like is he hiding?
It don't matter cuz I'll find him,
You don't need to stress with this,
You contacted a specialist,
School of death?,
Shit I graduated with excellence,
Just tell me what your message is,

"Yo make him see red, rip him to shreds, fill him with led, send him to his death bed with bullet holes in his mother fucking head"

Ahh I see, so what made you pick me?

"I heard you were the assassin god, man for the job, i'm seeking your help cuz I got robbed, I ain't the typa man anybody should cross"

Yo You got it boss,
I do this shit for fun,
So don't you mention the cost,
Just name your price,
Oh how nice,
I give you mad respect,
and for saying that,
he'll send a blank check for me to collect,
So I hopped on the jet,
The source suspects the targets bitch ass is hiding in Quebec,
Time to get wrecked,
Rolled up a joint,
While my crew pin point his exact location,
To a mansion in the suburbs where he spends his vacations,
Now as you can tell,
I've been hunting men for sport,
So I start to strap up with weapons of all sorts,
Jumped out the jet,
Blocked my sight,
Cuz if there's one thing I hate,
It's mother fucking heights,
I know what you're thinking,
"Prophet how'd you know the way?"
I had troops in my ear telling me how to navigate,
Pulled the parachute,
Swerved around,
Landed on the roof,
Dropped in on him like I drop rhymes in a booth,
Dude was scared, 
Wasn't prepared,
He was begging for his life
Like,

"Please I got kids and a wife!"

Fuck if I care if my style's gotten to you,
This is my clients way of saying he got a problem with you,
You put your hands in his pockets,
Robbing his loot,
For that, you get stomped by the bottom of my boot,
I whipped out two 9's,
Cock em and shoot,
Point blank range,
Strange thing to do while rocking a suit,
Hitman style,
Drove of with my recruit,
But we were compromised,
Got cops in hot pursuit,
So I stuck the cannon out my window,
Blasted em,
Fucked the bullet holes like a nympho,
Homie I'm a skitzo, slick pro,
My boy was like,

"Shit yo! You made that look so simple! poppin' mother fuckers like pimples, you put em in limbo, now let me drop you off at your limo."

Stepped in and found a cute bimbo,
With tits like two pillows,
she was like,

"Hi my name's Crystal, don't I look perfect? Your client sent me and I'm at your full service"

Said she wanted to break her chastity,
Having me happily fulfill her wildest fantasies,
So I was like,
How you doin?
Unbuttoned my pants and quickly got to screwing,
Chick was a freak,
Letting out shrieks,
When I pumped her with the techniques,
Wild sex made her break a sweat,
That ain't no joke,
Bitch damn near choked when I busted in her throat,
and I ain't trying to front,
After we were done,
This bitch poured me a drink then rolled me a blunt,
Then shit started to get fuzzy,
Feeling kinda funny,
Seeing double,
I know that meant trouble,
Shit must have been laced,
I woke up a few hours later,
With a bag over my face,
tied up,
confused as fuck,
Just my luck,
I must have been used and set up.

The Hitman Chronicles - Pt. I [prod. by Ameen Al]

Verse 1:
Picture a young man,
Roaming streets with a gun in hand,
A self proclaimed thug,
Never really busted a slug,
But with intentions to mug,
A product of a home with blood stained rugs,
Fathers an alcoholic,
Moms addicted to drugs,
Crack baby brother in a crib of bugs,
Barely breathing through his lungs,
The hungry cries at night,
The constant fights and ugly sights,
Too much to bare,
The kids were scared,
The parents never cared,
Looking at each other with empty stares,
Pops got a bottle in his hand,
He's on a binge,
Mom Tightens up the band,
Piercing her vein with a syringe
Enough to make her young son cringe
So it's up to him to put food in the fridge
Provide for his family the only way he knows how
Another life of tragedy, curtains down,
My boy take a bow
Either swim or get drowned into this life of struggle,
Another victim of the system in a concrete jungle,

Chorus:
And as the world burns,
I learned life is hell,
Living in a world no different from a cell,
The pain's a bitch,
And that's a matter of fact,
So your lanes gotta switch,
To get your conscience back,

Verse 2:
Cuz he ain't the first and he won't be the last,
To Roam these streets with hopes to get cash,
So He's walking down the block,
With his gun cocked,
Still broke,
Jumpy from the crack rocks,
That he just smoked,
Somebodies 'bout to get hurt
Finally he spots a woman walking home from work,
Let the night stalking begin,
He praying "Father forgive me, I'm about to sin",
He knows what he's doing is wrong,
But it's either this or let the hunger go on,
So he picks up the pace,
Puts his hood up,
Conceals his fucking face,
The woman stops in front of her door,
This was the chance the young man was waiting for,
He walks up from behind, whips out his gun,
Secretly hoping she would realize and run,
He's getting bolder,
Thinking soon this'll all be over,
But then he cold hand touch his shoulder,
His hearts stops,
Shaking from the shock,
He turns around then he points the glock,

Chorus (2x)

Verse 3:
He sees an old man,
Their eyes lock, staring into his soul
Que the bell toll
He speaks in a soft tone
"Whats that you have in your hand my son,
Understand no good can come from guns,
You're a good kid overcome with hate and fear,"
The young man drops the gun,
Bursts into tears
Something he hasn't done in years
"Come with me kid, let me make things clear,
See that woman's happy, has a man and a kid that's only 2,
But what you don't know is that she was just like you,
Lost in a world too sick to view,
Grew up on the same streets, 
Abusive parents and no food to eat,
See we all got our problems and we all gotta face them,
And there's always better methods used to erase them,
Replace them with things you cherish then embrace them,
Set goals and chase them,
I know you'll be okay and you know i'm being honest
This shit ain't nonsense
I'm not a man kid, I'm just your conscience."

Chorus (4x)

Jeff Prophet

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