"Strict 9 B Da Gang" By Prophiavelli Feat. Franchise

From The Album "LLAAA INNFLUUENCIIA" Available Everywhere!

Lyrics

Either you live, or you die. The struggle's real
Strychnine Records

Prophet
Yo Strict nine be the gang, guess what nigga that ain't never gon' change
Your lil 38, that ain't got no range, pocket full of coins and I still won't change
You ain't gotta drive, bitch, stay in your lane, I bet 2K that this ain't no game
I ain't got slaves, but I need your chain, and I been left school, but I still want brain
How you get hurt, but your niggas wanna play, how I get dome, but I got no baes
You can call me proph nigga, that's my name, or you can call me king, that's the same damn thing
Two OZs and it's all gon' move, goons in the crib, nigga, what you gon' prove
Betting on me, think I'm gon' lose, is betting a old man that he ain't gon' snooze
Hating on me, not good for your veins, snitching on niggas ain't good for the game
Blowin on loud, real good for the pain, got damn shame what you did for the fame
You don't even know what I did for the stain, wearing all white like I'm swim in cocaine
Walk with the fire and I stay with the flame, fuck battleship, this a whole different game, listen

Strict nine be the gang, guess what nigga, that ain't never gon' change
Your lil 38, that ain't got no range, pocket full of coins and I still won't change
How you gon' talk but you niggas all lame, do the same thing, man, this shit is insane
Grams of the loud and I take it to the brain, independent nigga, cuz I do my own thing listen

They don't know what I did for the stain, had to walk with the fire, that's pain
And it had to make sense, don't change, never really, really did it for the fame
It's your heart, young boy, free game, what you got about six shots, six shots
4-5 cocaine out the zip lock, still talking bout pushing them keys
It's a metaphor, show you how to get it out the door, then bring it back in, then flip it to some more
But you gotta have courage and you gotta have rules and you gotta have morals and you gotta have standards
Strict nine don't play, homie, we be coming to your door and we knocking like Flanders
We be the cornerbacks, Champ Bailey, Mel Blount, Delroy Ravis, Wilson
Can't forget about the all-time great and he go by Deion Sanders
Flip the coin, get the game started, I don't give two fucks bout your cartier
Still walk with the fire, that's Luke Kane, whats a head full of pots with no brain
Left the house with no socks, that's okay, took your legs off, that's foreplay
Bout to rap this burrito like an essay, in the kitchen on the counter getting messy
Better make every day be your best day, they'll try to get you gone on a holiday
Or your birthday, that's insane
They say money and the power is the name of the game
But you gotta have respect cuz respect don't change

Strict nine be the gang, guess what nigga that ain't never gon' change
Your Lil' 38 that ain't got no range, pocket full of coins and I still won't change huh
Strict nine be the gang, guess what nigga that ain't never gon' change
Your Lil' 38 that ain't got no range, pocket full of coins and I still won't change
Prophet, Strict nine

Strict 9 B Da Gang Feat. Franchise - Prophiavelli - HDQ "LLAAA INNFLUUENCIIA"

"As I Long As I Can" By Prophiavelli

From The Album "LLAAA INNFLUUENCIIA" Available Everywhere!

Lyrics

Prophet

You don't believe em when these hoes say that I'm crazy
You understand me though, and that's why you my baby
I never lose you and forever you can have me
When we together and I know that's when you happy
You can have a man as long as we can fuck
As long as I can touch, as long as we can
You can have a man as long as we can fuck
As long as I can touch, as long as we can

Ay, I'm just a savage, I never mean to
Ever be so lethal to anything I did, boo
She's a rider, that's why I like her
They ask me where I'm at, I say that I'm inside her
You cannot find her, you cannot find me
Turn locations off, I'm in her privacy
I'm born in 92, she born in 93
I love to watch her face when she be ridin' me
You not my main, main, but you my main side
And we happy with it, so we don't cut ties
This a bond that's once in a lifetime
It's complicated, fragile like a landmine
A book in the wind is how I got her open
She the purest ocean when she wet and soakin
So, just like a camera, how I flip the focus
I know this, if love's the murder, then I'm the motive

You don't believe em when these hoes say that I'm crazy
You understand me though, and that's why you my baby
I never lose you and forever you can have me
When we together and I know that's when you happy
You can have a man as long as we can fuck
As long as I can touch, as long as we can
You can have a man as long as we can fuck
As long as I can touch, as long as we can
Haha
Strict Nine Records

LLAAA INNFLUUENCIIA

As Long As I Can

"As Long As I Can" - Official Audio - Prophiavelli

"Somethin' Real" Feat Jake Hope By Prophiavelli

via Strict 9 Record$

From The Album "LLAAA INNFLUUENCIIA" Available Everywhere!

Lyrics

Tell me what you want, or tell me what you need
I want you lying in my bed, wish you could stay with me for weeks
Cause baby I feel high when you throw it back on me
You ain't from this world but another galaxy

I think I'm addicted, I'm a fiend
So what's the deal
Are we just fucking or do you want something real
You don't ever tell me how you feel

I'm stuck with my head over my heels
So tell me what's the deal
Are we just fucking or do you want something real
You don't ever tell me how you feel

I'm stuck with my head over my heels
Yo, I said for real
Now I don't ever tell you how I feel
You ain't the same when you pop another pill

I'm the number one draft on the field, for real
I'm the one that these niggas wanna kill
You love to stare when we in conversation
Why complicate it, we together like a compilation

Until death do us part, that was my dedication
A lot of stars in the room, we the constellation

Us fall out, never
I swear to God, that's what I thought when you said forever
I can't tell you how I feel, why I don't look at you the same
It was cap, how you wanted something real

Cause baby I feel high when you throw it back on me
You ain't from this world but another galaxy
I think I'm addicted
I'm a fiend
So what's the deal

Are we just fucking or do you want something real
You don't ever tell me how you feel
I'm stuck with my head over my heels
So tell me what's the deal

Are we just fucking or do you want something real
You don't ever tell me how you feel
I'm stuck with my head over my heels
Why don't you tell me

I feel high when you throw it back on me
Memorized I'm addicted like a fiend
A dime piece and she doing it for free
I only want it if it come with loyalty

It's something real, it's a big surprise
Cause them lames in your past couldn't compromise
I can stimulate your soul and your mind with the same line
You know the kid is divine

Like VVS diamonds on the wrist, I wanna chill and at the same time
Let you touch something real
But tell me how when you pushing me away
Now I see your true colors, I don't think I wanna stay, damn

Cause baby I feel high when you throw it back on me
You ain't from this world but another galaxy
I think I'm addicted, I'm a fiend

So what's the deal
Are we just fucking or do you want something real
You don't ever tell me how you feel
I'm stuck with my head over my heels

So tell me what's the deal
Are we just fucking or do you want something real
You don't ever tell me how you feel
I'm stuck with my head over my heels

Why don't you..
Yeah, Are we just fucking or do you want something real
You don't ever tell me how you feel
I'm stuck with my head over my heels

So tell me what's the deal
Are we just fucking or do you want something real
You don't ever tell me how you feel
I'm stuck with my head over my heels

Somethin' Real

"Somethin' Real" Feat Jake Hope By Prophiavelli

"On Da Way" (Explicit Audio) Feat S.K & Koove Y.O.T 

By Prophiavelli via Strict 9 Record$

From The Album "LLAAA INNFLUUENCIIA" Available Everywhere!

On Da Way

"On Da Way" (Explicit Audio) Feat S.K & Koove Y.O.T by Prophiavelli

"Lord Forgive Me" Official Audio Dirty

By Prophiavelli via Strict 9 Record$

From The Album "LLAAA INNFLUUENCIIA" Available Everywhere!

Lyrics

Yo, I can't believe not a word that you tell me
With my back on the wall, they don't help me
I said I'm going number one, they don't like that
I never took a handout, got my own trap
Prophet
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me though
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me though
I just want a ball and some balmain
I just want a ball and some balmain

Now riddle me this, I said who nice with the shits
And I ain't talking Parkinson's, I steady moving the wrist
So I light up the spliff, I see the snakes through the thick fog
Slick shit, Michael Vick bitch, you can die dawg
I got a couple killers logged on the iPhone
Plus the rottweiler's roam when I'm not home
I got the chrome in the zone, I'm just being honest
She fell in love with the white, I call her Pocahontas
I got some schemes for my dreams mixed with codeine
Basically mean, I always lean towards the new regime
Looking clean, but you love it when I'm dark
And you know I got wordplay, my verbs is at the damn park
Yeah they rap, but they don't sound like me
Matter fact, strict nine, they don't sound like we
And if you ask right now, they say that I ain't shit
But if I die right now, they say that I was the shit, wow

Lord forgive me, lord forgive me though
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me though
I just want a ball and some balmain
I just want a ball and some balmain

It's strict nine records, we don't gotta get along
Independent like the song, you should know the team strong
You should know what we on, we just here to beat the odds
Many he think it's Halloween, a bunch of niggas at his doorknob
click, clack, boom, pow, onomatopeia
And my soul paralyzed, I wish that I could feel ya
This world muy fria, it's way too cold
Man you think it's young money pulled up with that Drake O
Say that you a killer, but you barely ever sin
Man I said, lord forgive me cause I'm always down to win
By any means necessary, shit is extraordinary
I don't need my glasses, but you know that I'm a visionary
Run off fumes, I'm headed nowhere soon
Man except for the top, they wanna see my doom
I wanna see me bloom, into that rose, no shroom
And let your team get swept, like that basement room I'm gone
Prophet

Lord forgive me, lord forgive me though
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me though
I just want a ball and some balmain
I just want a ball and some ballmain

Strict Nine Record$, niggas gotta do they math over
They tried to count us out
Prophet

Lord Forgive Me

"Lord Forgive Me" By Prophiavelli "LLAAA INNFLUUENCIIA"

From the Album 'A New Hi'

3. Higha

Lyrics

Prophet
No top when I come out the scene
New pole, when I pull out the beam
Come back like a brand new fiend
Not Swizz beats and I love the keys
Got pride, it's a big amount
On God, I don't chase clout
Switch lanes, took a new route
Not rain, I'ma flood her out, slut her out, kick her out
Fuck me, now fuck you
Old whip but it's brand new, tell me what you wanna do
Ninety-Two baboon, pull up with the goons
Then we trippin' like Cancun
Man, I'm bout that life for real
I don't never need a leash, capisce
I don't never got a front for the streets
Non-GMO when I pull up with the beef

I don't need your bitch, okay
Strict nine back on the scene, okay
I'ma need some lip, okay
Real hoes know what I mean, okay
Man, I'm nice with the beam
Matter of fact, I'ma bring them things damn
Man, you know what I mean
Matter of fact, you can learn a few things, damn
I don't need your bitch, okay
Strict nine back on the scene, okay
I'ma need some lip, okay
Real hoes know what I mean, okay
Man, I'm nice with the beam
Matter of fact, I'ma bring them things damn
Man, you know what I mean
Matter of fact, you can learn a few things, damn

Strict nine records

A New Hi

Higha

From the Album ‘A New Hi’

10. 4 Reaal

4 Reaal

From The Album ‘A New ahi’

5. Interim Evaluation

Interim Evaluation

From the Album ‘A New Hi’

6. A Hit Like Dis

A Hit Like Dis

From the Album 'A New Hi'

9. Conclusion of Treatment

Lyrics

Congratulations on completing your session
Strict nine Pharmaceuticals appreciates your dedication to exploring this innovative treatment
The results have been outstanding and your experience has contributed to this success
We invite and encourage you to return as new therapies become available
Offering you the chance to experience a new high all over again
And remember, one final dosage of your prescription awaits

Don't miss this essential part of your journey

Conclusion of Treatment

Conclusion Of Treatment

From the Album 'A New Hi'

7. Got A Problem Feat. Cane Hancho

Lyrics

Yeah
Call up Proph, tell him I got a problem
Hit the gas
Call up Proph, tell him I got a problem
Strict 9 Record$
Yeah
Prophet

Yeah, call up Proph
I got a problem
Hit the gas
You thought you was safe
Copped a six like a Wraith
Cut Clarity house on the lake
Quattro Cinco
Who I'mma bake
Dead Ops like who I'mma take
All that chatting
I knew they was fake
It's my party
I cannot be late

It's my party
I get high if I want to
Solo, dolo do the crime if I want to
Six-fifty get around if I want to
Fuck your bitch
And that's cause I want to
What the fuck be wrong with these niggas
Conversations don't belong with these niggas
Find myself in the wrong with these niggas
Don't get along with these niggas

Call up Proph
Yeah
Bake, bake, silence, silence
Hey, gang, gang, gang
Wait, wait
Hold up, hold up
Fake ass, cutting off these fake ass niggas
Come through with the jake ass niggas
No gold but its fake ass niggas
We don't get along with these snake ass niggas

Cane
No I am never no fake
Cut to the cheese, cut the cake
Fuck the river, fuck the lake
Get the Benjis, fuck the Jakes
Cut the cheese, cut the cake
Get the hoes, get the face
Get the bullet, get the name
Prophet, Cane

She wanna make that scene
Tell me why she wanna take that lean
I'm in the jets right now with the fiends
No rice, she wanna pop that bean
Damn, tell me what you wanna do
Why, I'm really in the mood
Damn, just to hit somethin' too
Strict 9 BMA, got y'all confused
Damn, got new AR
In the CAR, leave you in the ER
Shit get hard, I'ma flee out to DR
Might go to PR, lit like a cigar
Whoa, tryna keep it on the low
No fried, I'ma get that dough
Money fast, but the za burn slow
Holidays, only time you hear hoes
Whoa, cutting off with these fake ass niggas
Come through with the jake ass niggas
No gold, but it's fake ass niggas
We don't get along with these snake ass niggas

Got A Problem

Got A Problem Feat. Cane Hancho

From the Album 'A New Hi'

8. Qount MonE

Woot Ah Ah Ah Ah Ice
Prophet
You now listening to the sounds of Strict Nine Records

I'm not gone bend and I'm not gone fold
You can see me I'm in a whole new mode
Money coming in and I'm getting so paid
Money coming in and I'm getting so paid
Niggas gone hate when I'm doing my thing
Back against the wall and I'm not gone change
Money coming in and I'm getting so paid
Money coming in and I'm getting so paid

Ok Yeah
Your bitch bad you think you tough yea that's what's up nigga
I told Koove M.J. time to clutch nigga
Let me find out you hiding out sliding out
Turn this whole shit to Six Flags bitch we riding out
This your mommy I got her walking with her ass out
Young Dolph niggas know I took the paper route Prophet
Deadass I know you stupid nigga
I'll shoot you and your bitch just like I'm Cupid nigga
You better dig yourself a grave
Cuz when the chopper start chopping then somebody get played
Just like butter in the kitchen man somebody get laid
This is the war museum I got the AK displayed
And I don't give a fuck she sucking dick I run shit
Thought I hit the panic button this pussy boutta come quick
Niggas want beef but the bread is what I'm after
Nut in her mouth play with the kids like Casper

I'm not gone bend and I'm not gone fold
You can see me I'm in a whole new mode
Money coming in and I'm getting so paid
Money coming in and I'm getting so paid
Niggas gone hate when I'm doing my thing
Back against the wall and I'm not gone change
Money coming in and I'm getting so paid
Money coming in and I'm getting so paid

They think I'm done not at all
She boutta come and top, top me off Ouu
We counting money then we count it again baby
We counting money then we count it again baby
They think I'm done not at all
She boutta come and top, top me off Ouu
We counting money then we count it again baby
We counting money then we count it again baby

Strict Nine Records
Ice

Qount MonE

From the album 'A New Hi'

10. 4 Reaal

I know niggas to this day, they don't wanna see me breathe
I got a baby with my name, so you know of that, I must succeed
I'm in a different league, everyday I play for keeps, the MVP
Even when it's going bad, they envy me
Tryna judge cause my fingertips made dirty money
Cause they don't understand this magic trick, I came from nothing
Luckily I'm God's son, walking with the son of God
Working just to beat the odds, laziness a sin to God
When I pass away, tell me would you really care
If you shed a tear, will it be the same by next year
Grew up with the wolves so, forgive me for my way of thinking
Cruising through relationships, so I'ma let that sink in
Hypertension in my veins, tryna drive a nigga crazy
But I stay up in my lane, it's been me against the world
And honestly it's nothing to me, one day I'll be crossing over
But my soul will still be living

You know the hood don't love for real
You know the streets don't love for real
And these hoes don't love for real
And I don't want it if the love ain't real
I know my dog gon' slide for real
I know the fam gon' ride for real
I know my bitch gon' slide for real
And I don't want it if the love ain't real

This not the pain that the za gon' kill
This not the pain that the cup gon' heal
And you never know how a nigga feel, for real
This the pain that'll make a nigga kill
Just the thought of you boutta die, make a nigga wanna cry
We been through the thick and thin's, we always know we will survive
And I swear to God it's never gon' change, nigga
Fully loaded clip and I'll put anything in range, nigga
Where you at now, that's between you and Christ
But I pray every night I see you in the afterlife
And sometimes I even wish I could've came with you
Just so I could bring you back and kill the game with you
They say pressure make diamonds, that's why I'm shining
That's why I'm shining
They say pressure make diamonds, I steady climbing no matter the climate

You know the hood don't love for real
You know the streets don't love for real
And these hoes don't love for real
And I don't want it if the love ain't real
I know my dog gon' slide for real
I know the fam gon' ride for real
I know my bitch gon' slide for real
And I don't want it if the love ain't real

4 Reaal Sequel

From the album 'A New Hi'

2. Tired

Lyrics

Here at Strict 9 Pharmaceuticals, we confront the root of your distress head on
Addressing previous underlying issues is not just part of the treatment
It's crucial to your journey toward renewal
Paving the way for a transformative experience
Where We march towards the storm before the calm
Strict 9 Records

I'm tired of niggas who runnin' they mouth, run in they crib I'm airin' it out
I'm tired of niggas who thinkin' they hard, loadin' the clip, they talkin' to God
Im tired of niggas who thinkin' they raw, watchin' them slip I'm takin' it all
I'm firin' niggas who leave the code
I'm firin' niggas who love the hoes
I'm tired of niggas who runnin' they mouth, run in they crib I'm airin' it out
I'm tired of niggas who thinkin' they hard, loadin' the clip, they talkin' to God
Im tired of niggas who thinkin' they raw, watchin' them slip I'm takin' it all
I'm firin' niggas who leave the code
I'm firin' niggas who love the hoes

Prophet, got an appetite
Big nine's for the big feast
There's never peace, so I bought a piece
Keep this sidewalk
Your niggas not street
I'm tired of niggas who front like hoes
Green light, I'ma let that go
Firin' niggas who love to fold, not hirin' niggas who came and told
My niggas wild, that's check
With a thick bitch, that's check
With a nine milly that's check
Fully loaded, let's check
Niggas fucked that, I'm in a all black
Niggas all rap, I leave you all wrapped
You wanna take shots, and I love that
Nigga no receipt, I give it all back
Fuck around and come find out
Switch wip's when I hide out
Carnival when I ride out
Then it's cha-cha when I slide out
Got a baby girl and she four now
And for her dog I'll knock your door down
That's real life, real shit
You not a tranny dog, you just a real bitch

I'm tired of niggas who run in they mouths
I'm tired of niggas who run in they mouths
I'm tired of niggas who thinkin' they hard
I'm tired of niggas who thinkin' they hard
I'm tired of niggas who thinkin' they raw
I'm tired of niggas, I'm tired of niggas
I'm firin' niggas who leave the code
I'm firin' niggas who love the hoes

Tired

From the album 'A New Hi'

1. Initial Dose

Lyrics

Welcome. If you're here, it's a divine reason for the universe makes no mistakes
Step inside a sanctuary where ordinary remedies falter and extraordinary sensations await that
Past remedies no longer provide. You've been selected for a unique experience, meticulously
Crafted to reignite your senses. Relax, take a deep breath and prepare for a new high

Brought to you by Strict nine Pharmaceuticals, where innovation meets rejuvenation

Initial Dose

By Prophiavelli via Strict 9 Record$

From The Album "LLAAA INNFLUUENCIIA" Available Everywhere!

Lyrics

Prophet! (Yo)
I think I know what she like
All real my type
Telling me alright hang tight
Cuz' we pulling all night right
More bread cuz' your boy ain't free
New price ain't none like me
No ain't nothing like me
Can see the whole land
You can see the whole sea (Woah)
This what she like
All real my type
Telling me all night
Everything good cuz' your boy alright
Right
Here's something bout me
All real and I stay low key
I'm in the hood, the woah, the p's
Come to the trap I don't pay no fees
She a freak and a lady
I'm in her stomach like baby
And you know I'm a real provider baby
From the streets I'm a soul survivor baby

Slide in the Ac I'm daddy
Nine's In the back I'm daddy
All on my lap I'm daddy
She be feeling me and I be feeling her too
Come Everyday I'm daddy
Have anyway I'm daddy
Want me to stay I'm daddy
She be feeling me and I be feeling her too

Real thick how I like
Doing what I say I ain't even got a mic (Yikes)
Ayooo get booked
Ain't been the same since take got took
Come fuck with me
In the back of the hood
Talking beef then you know I eat good
Whats good yeah you know now
Everybody real till some real shit go down
I feel good I'm alive thank God
I get to see witness you walk with them thick thighs
You in the middle of the mall trying to cop something
I'm in the middle of the hood trying to pop something (Uh)
A lil' something bout me
All real and I stay low key
I'm in the hood, the woah, the p's
Come to the trap I don't pay no fees

Slide in the Ac I'm daddy
Nine's In the back I'm daddy
All on my lap I'm daddy
She be feeling me and I be feeling her too
Come everyday I'm daddy
Have anyway I'm daddy
Want me to stay I'm daddy
She be feeling me and I be feeling her too (Woot)
Strict 9 Records

I'm Daddy

"I'm Daddy" (Explicit Audio) By Prophiavelli via Strict 9 Record$

“Alive” Clean HDQ Prophiavelli - Franchise - Koove Y.O.T - Primary Object

Available in all stores and platforms!

Via Strict 9 Record$

Lyrics

Yo
I come alive in the streets
A few shots and she riding on me
Four five times got it locked in the streets
Little Italy got pies in the streets huh
I come alive in the streets
We don't get along but I like how it be
Want me on the track gotta pay me the fee, why? huh
I come alive in the streets

Ok, Ouu no lease on the v's
And I'm So hot like I live on the beach
Baby, baby I can find what you need
This not a water park come slide on to me huh mhh
Strict 9 be the team
Gang so strong don't mind enemies
You not in the streets stop lying to me uh
Come eat got pies for the feast

Uh, I come alive on the beat
M.J. stumping I go zombie on the beat
Ain't no smoke heavy that's me when the dust settle
I'm talking get on the floor that's on the petal uh
She say come vibe up on me
She a thick vibe with some thick thighs
I'm talking Aunt Jemima baby I done flip pies
I done flip pies let's go uh ok yeah

I come alive in the streets
A few shots and she riding on me
Four five times got it locked in the streets
Little Italy got pies in the streets huh uh
I come alive in the streets
We don't get along but I like how it be
Want me on the track gotta pay me the fee, why? huh
I come alive in the streets

Cooling in the whip switch lanes hit the swerve on 'em
Flipped another switch take off hit the curve on 'em
These saggin want sehctib I just want money
Stacked to the ceiling shaquilling oneiling
I hit her from the back now she loving the feeling
I, I than I'm out sqrrt tires are peeling
I rise never fall I just wanna ball Making all these racks gotta stash in the wall koove

Now you can tell how I carry myself that I'm a smooth dude
Push the wrong button bet I change the channel on you
Smack you with the fifth the front of this gun
Better be lucky that I only smacked you up with this gun
Work used to move yeah shift on is own
And this this big bad wolf gone find his way home
And I'ma eat regardless long as my heart still beating
Never given up I bet I put these hand skills on you

Alive

Alive - Prophiavelli - SOLO PERFORMANCE

4 Reaal from the album ‘A New Hi’

Available Everywhere via Strict 9 Record$

4 Reaal - Prophiavelli - (Clean Audio)

Some artists walk, some run—but Prophiavelli has always been in freefall, diving headfirst into the unknown, only to soar HIGHA with every drop. Once known as Prophecy, he built a legacy on sharp lyricism, hypnotic hooks, and an unmistakable voice. Though his official alias is now Prophiavelli, names like Yung Hermetic and The Son of Elohim still echo in the streets—reminders that reinvention isn’t about leaving the past behind, but carrying it forward with greater force.

As 2025 unfolds, Proph continues to expand his sound into new dimensions. His 2023 album LLAAA INNFLUUENCIIA became a fan favorite, a testament to his relentless precision and evolution. Then, just before the clock reset into the new year, he gifted the world A New Hi on November 29, 2024—his most fluid and sonically advanced project yet. Elevating his artistry without losing the raw essence that sets him apart, every track is a step forward, yet every word still feels like home.

Born in Nyack, the heart of Rockland County, New York, Prophiavelli represents a lineage deeply rooted in Hip-Hop but rare in today’s era—a Dominican and Puerto Rican presence thriving in a space where few like him exist. While most Hispanic artists dominate Spanish-speaking markets, Prophiavelli is breaking the mold, proving there’s another path—one that only the rarest can walk. Forged by the poetic depth of Nas, the resilience of 50 Cent, the untamed energy of DMX, and the surgical precision of Eminem, he carved his own voice into the culture—until it became undeniable. Since the release of his last album, his YouTube channel has surged, proving that with every drop, his presence only grows stronger. His movement isn’t just expanding—it’s solidifying.

A New Hi marks more than just another chapter in this saga—it’s the moment the world unknowingly witnessed a legend stepping into his throne.*

“Prophiavelli isn’t following the wave. He’s controlling the tide.”

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