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Asiah Dio- I Just Came To Get It ft Prophit (Clean)

Keyshia Cole - I Choose You

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Samuel Thomas - Gas Tank Runnin' Out (KNY Factory Remix)

K MICHELLE - HARD TO DO

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Clearing not giving one single fuck, YOOK!E and their genre defying productions have blown our minds yet again. Perfectly infusing Moombahton and Trap as if they were meant to be one. No amount of words can accurately express just how insane this monstrous banger is. The utterly mental duo from New York are undoubtedly out for blood. Causing a bit of an uproar in the scene with their ridiculously devious tracks. Having songs of theirs like their edit of "Scary Monsters And Nice Sprites" being thrown in just about everyone's sets. Expect to hear much astounding pieces of work from these illustrious producers in the coming months as well as years to come.

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YOOKiE-No Fux ( feat. Samuel Thomas )

Today we bring you the Upstate NY collective Laikhaus. Laikhaus consit of Michael Rich and Samuel Thomas, be sure to check out their new tune and expect to hear more from them in the near future.

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Michael Rich X Samuel Thomas-Villains [SIX50 EXCLUSIVE]

Listen to the latest single from K. Michelle "Ain't You" now. 

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Ain't You

I'm the god here in tampa,
I'm too legit mc hammer/
Had it hard had to man up,
I told aj whip out the camera/
I came wit dat gift, call me santa
The chain got more links than a spammer/
Ya bitch want the d I'ma cram her,
Free all my dawgs in the slammer/
Thuggin hard I'm from tampa,
Sorry I won't pull my pants up/
Call me mister where ya manners,
Yea I left the bitch I can't stand her/
You niggas ain't setting examples,
So I had to lead by example/
Fuck round take Yo bitch for the ransom,
Hop out and start shooting at random/

I'm a god here in tampa,
I be so high I can't stand up/
All the broads think I'm handsome,
Tre put the lean in a Fanta/
We sip on that pink like the panther,
Red purple and green jolly rancher/
You know I'm strapped up like some sandles,
I do this shit in my pajamas/
Light the black up like a candle,
Take the guts out the leaf, roll a gram up/
I'm a grizzly you a panda,
38 make ya step like a dancer/
Fitted cap, tampa,
Finna snap, camera/
Ain't here for no Oscars and Grammys,
I came to get some understanding/

Witty wit it
Niggas know I'm the man in my city wit it
Bitch I'm really wit it/
Show no pitty wit it 
Brand new tennies wit the brand new fit and fitted
Yea let's get it! get it!/
Pull up in some shit that costs a pretty penny
Told the waitress I need change for 50 50's/
Flip a pack and split the prophit 50/50
Fuck ya 20/20 I got 50/50/
All my younger niggas trippin gripping smith and's
I be Speedin doin 90 in a 50/
I want two SS's like its Mississippi
Fuck a panda me and all niggas grizzlies /
Ima giant nigga you just Itty bitty
No I ain't the realest man I'm just a realist/
Niggas in they feelings bitch I been the illest
This attempted murder man im finna kill it/

Pull up on the bitches
Think I need some pull ups I just shitted/
Fuck the gimmicks, BlackHouse we the business
Tryna make us a lot of new money/
Check my resume a nigga been a great
Ya fuckin wit one of the trillest in the bay/
I jump on any nigga beat and ventilate 
They tried tear me down I had to renovate
I did it anyway, silly!/
Ima god in the city, 
I go hard for the city
I stand on my pivot/
I got bars like a prison, 
A facade what they living
I just be chillin/
What's the odds of you winnin
I predict ya chances slim to none, 
You gotta admit it/
Got a wod full of 10s and 20s 50s 100s 
I'ma stack it tall as a midget/

I'm the god here in tampa,
I'm too legit mc hammer/
Had it hard had to man up,
I told aj whip out the camera/
I came wit dat gift, call me santa
The chain got more links than a spammer/
Ya bitch want the d I'ma cram her,
Free all my dawgs in the slammer/
Thuggin hard I'm from tampa,
Sorry I won't pull my pants up/
Call me mister where ya manners,
Yea I left the bitch I can't stand her/
You niggas ain't setting examples,
So I had to lead by example/
Fuck round take Yo bitch for the ransom,
Hop out and start shooting at random/

I'm a god here in tampa,
I be so high I can't stand up/
All the broads think I'm handsome,
Tre put the lean in a Fanta/
We sip on that pink like the panther,
Red purple and green jolly rancher/
You know I'm strapped up like some sandles,
I do this shit in my pajamas/
Light the black up like a candle,
Take the guts out the leaf, roll a gram up/
I'm a grizzly you a panda,
38 make ya step like a dancer/
Fitted cap, tampa,
Finna snap, camera/
Ain't here for no Oscars and Grammys,
I came to get some understanding/

Prophit - Panda (P-mix)

This that reefa for the chiefers,
This that crack this for the tweakers/
Coca'ina in ya speakers
Serving niggas, no subpoenas/
I been up ain't slept in two days
I see through niggas, Mr.Kool-Aid/
That money comin like it grew legs 
Oh they fuckin wit me now? It's too late!/

Petty, petty, where the fetti?
Got 2 S's on my Chevy/
Small block 357
Loaded weapon, smith and wesson/
See you can tell by how I'm dressing
I got the sauce, I got the dressing/
Trying to get you naked and undress ya,
baby send ya address Ima GPS it/

Bad bitches in my call log
Fuck you niggas! i mean all yall/
Double barrel on the "sawed-off"
Talk that shit I blow ya jaws off/
Swear these niggas sweet as cream of wheat
Outchea gettin Hella cream-a-week/
Ima hippie, gotta keep the piece
38, it's underneath the briefs/

Livin legend I ain't dead yet
Instrumentals in my headset/
Money in the mattress of my bed set
I got Swishers, where the meds at/
Run that check up like a doctor visit
Peepin shit, don't need no optic lenses/
Fuck the haters and the opposition
Really they just wanna be in our position/

Life keep puttin me in odd positions
Mama tell me just be optimistic/
When niggas talking I just watch and listen
Making observations while I mind my business/
Nigga I'm the business, gotta lot of businesses
Can't do nuntin for me but want all these benefits/
Niggas outchea trippin, copping sentences
I'm just in the lab jotting sentences/

Shoot the target, gotta pop the witnesses
Had to double back, the block was witness-less/
Runnin shit, you niggas got no priveliges 
Cuttin niggas off, I'm cropping images/
I made the music, aj shot the images 
Two headed Monster going bonkers/
I put 14 karrots on my chompers
Bitch wit a badonka in a rumper/

Straight jacket, kamikaze 
Check any nigga tryna size me/
Bitches tryna ride me like the gwazi
Smoke a blunt while listening Brasi/
Boy you soft as Tempur-Pedic
Michael Jackson; beat it, beat it!/
Niggas pillow talking, leaking secrets
I cant trust no bitch to keep a secret/

Came up wit nothing nigga now I'm able
Had no foundation, nigga now I'm stable/
Regular tv my nigga, now it's cable
While im having meeting at a round table/
Niggas tryna knock me off my pivot
My bitch mocha, pussy pink as piglet/
Name another nigga fuckin wit it
Stop the music, you can hear the crickets/

Nine-Nine

Prophit - GPS

Prophit's So Gone Challenge/LYRICS:

Wake niggas up like a cup of Foldger's, ya luck is over/
My city full of lil puppet soldiers, they clutching toasters/
Like fuck a holster, my blood is colder can't trust a soul bruh/
I'm plucking clovers I need some luck, I been up and sober/
I'm trying to find inspiration I'm hanging up my posters
I cut my grass and saw nuntin but Cobras, can't trust ya motives/
These crackers vultures, they hate my people but love the culture/
Stay in my lane this world way too big to be rubbing shoulders
Refuse to do a feature with niggas ya buzz is local/
I'm in the studio dubbing vocals, my hustle mobile/
Fuck round catch one in ya oval trying to be tough and noble/
Sometimes I wonder if mama know that her son's a mogul/
In VIP wit my loafers all in they fuckin sofa/
So many ups and downs man my life as been such a coaster/
Put all my problems out on the table like cups and coasters/
Fog up the whip on 275 and flush the motor/
Like fuck the joking I'm up and focus, been up promoting/
My lungs are closing from ganja smoking my blunts are potent/
I tried to help'em, looked out for niggas, my arms was open/
Too hard to deal with emotions my love like guns and roses/
My baby mamas can't stand me always had me a plan b/
Was movin grams to invest in family, I kept a whammy/
I folded under the pressure, left and neglected family/
visions of being on television excepting Grammys/
Provide and protect the family
My conscience haunting me, taunting me/
You ever know unless you try it and I was just tryna see/
I cut my dreads because that lion was dyin inside of me/
Slowly became another product of modern society/
Fell out wit niggas can't tell ya if it was them or me/
But fuck it I prefer inner peace smoke on this ten a g/
These niggas hating on me I peep the envy all in ya tweets/
And Facebook statuses, wanna know what my status is, I'm../
Illuminated and I'm laminated
Niggas goofy they just animated/
From the dirty we contaminated
I can't wait to tell the fam I made it/
Never buck a challenge I was nominated
Throwing up my side like I'm nauseated/
From the ghetto I thank god we made
Lookin back like look how far we made it/
Looking round like look what I created
All these niggas tryna be prophit/
sellin product cause i need profit
put some buns on ya seed papi (poppy)
when grown folks talking business you're supposed to mind your business,
why you ease droppin/
[Outro Harmonies]
I've been up, I've been down
Pray this life don't take me under keep my feet on solid ground
I was lost, I've been found
I've been up, I been down
Pray this life don't take me under keep my feet on solid ground

Prophit's So Gone Challenge

Niggas Know I Slide Tracks Like A Debit Visa

Prophit - Debit Visa

Prophit- This My Club (SQUEAKY CLEAN)

With an excess of pure talent seeping through out his every movement, there is only one hip hop machine worth investing in, Prophit. This vibrant prize rapper prevails as an unrestrained lyricist above standard MCs. Far from a silver spoon lucky lad, Prophit was born Reginald M. Wilks. Hailing from the semi tropical but lurking with risk city of Tampa FL, Prophit could be found early on between a rock and a hard place on 42nd and Ellicot. Growing up in a city more known by outsiders as a tourist attraction only hindered the modest occupants and exposed a man to it’s own set of bleakness. Proph explored his elementary years with hip hop to avoid trouble, but trouble latched onto his soul as his circumstances grew dimmer.

In the midst of a gritty dope boy’s monsoon, Proph would later use hip hop to blow in the opposite direction by changing the rhyming climate on a larger scale. “The word struggle, has been an everyday factor of my life ever since I can remember. I have 1 sister and 5 brothers. My pops stayed around the corner, but he never even took the time to visit much less call. I’m really not even sure if I love him or not.” With no frequent viable options for a high school drop out with a dream Proph felt the crushing weight of failure looming nearby. Baring the pitfalls of attempting to hold down a blue-collar job to support the unrelenting burdens of child support and long calling jail sentences, Prophit was tired of coming out on the losing end. He arose determined to clinch his own fate and make success his destiny.

As the block continued to buzz of the greatness brewing, Prophit supplied the demand by releasing his debut project "09 Is Mine Vol.1: Tryin To Make A Prophit" which moved 13k units in a steady short time span, and still counting. Every major label began to take notice of the next big thing in hip hop, young Prophit. With just one listen it was clear his message’s would resuscitate the rap game’s dying phase, and allow it to rise from the ashes.

This emcee’s voice now began ranking higher in delivery and toting an immaculate flow that was now unstoppable. His Single "Doin My Thang" is putting airwaves in a state of panic. His efforts have placed him on the same stage as Young Jeezy, Young Dro, B.O.B. and other acts of notoriety. Proph’s own amazing performance has been described as a dire brush with hunger and resilience. Proving such as the winner of TJ's DJ's Tastemakers Got Talent Show 3 Champion, which lead to his performance at the 2009 4th Quarter Conference. Proph also won "09 Grinding artist of the year" at the Futurestar DJ's Award show and he was named "Artist of the day" by TBT Soundcheck on May 11th 2010. But wait, if this isn’t impressive enough then strap on your seatbelts because Prophit’s song “This My Club” can be found in the upcoming Robert DeNiro/Bradley Cooper film LIMITLESS. This very same single has single has broken into mainstream radio both at Tampa's 94.1 & 95.7. This song and a number of other hits by Prophit can be downloaded via your favorite cellular carrier as a banging ringtone because Proph was approached and also inked a lucrative deal with Vio Mobile.

Prophit’s virtue as an artist has grown exponentially having been featured on over two dozen mixtapes including DJ Noodles,DJ Suga D, DJ Knucklez, DJ Headbussa, DJ LuMoney, DJ CNazte, DJ Brucki, DJ Xfactor, DJ Hitman, DJ Face, DJ Infrared, DJ Leezy & DJ Prodigy. As a showman he connects to his audience because whether they know it or not, they’re connected to him. No begets No lambos just a man and his rap. He loves music and that’s his sincerest reward. Proph also loves his fans, and the people pour in their admiration as can be seen through the thousands upon thousands of followers on his Twitter and Facebook fan page likes. Bare witness to the hip-hop defiance changing the landscape of rap, Prophit.

Prophit - GPS

Prophit From Tampa