“Da Greatest” (Feat. Iniko) - Prophiavelli

From The Album “LLAAA INNFLUUENCIIA” Available Everywhere
via Strict 9 Record $

AI Lyric Video on VEVO & YouTube

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Lyrics

My haters gon' always be nameless, give them no clout, I give them no power
Creators built different, they ancient, sooner than later, all will be ours
My haters gon' always be nameless, give them no clout, I give them no power
Creators built different, they ancient, sooner than later, all will be ours

I got a baby girl I never slack, homie
I'm like Pac-Man, I got the pack on me
How you frontin' on me turn your back on me
Now I'm U-Haul, I got to pack homie
See a thug changes, and the love changes
So best friends become strangers
And it's dangerous and we gangsters
No cutlery with this stainless
You couldn't live my life in your fuckin' lines
I had hundred hoes like a hundred times
I moved a hundred O's like a hundred times
You never had a Op, you no friend of mine
How the fuck I know you gonna bust
In this nine milly, I trust
I got an extra clip that I tuck
For whenever you pussy niggas get fucked

I will be one of the greatest, that is a vow, yeah, that is a promise
Always wanted to be famous, just being real, yeah, just being honest
My haters gon' always be nameless, give them no clout, I give them no power
Creators built different, they ancient, sooner than later, all will be ours
I will be one of the greatest, that is a vow, yeah, that is a promise
Always wanted to be famous
Just being real, yeah, just being honest
My haters won't always be nameless, give them no clout, I give them no power
Creators look different than ancients, sooner than later all will be ours

Yo, the son of Maria and the father of Aaliyah
I don't need a scope when a nigga wanna see ya
Pull up so close, I can smell the aroma
Now he can't breathe, must've had Corona
I don't know why y'all wanna be me
Bitch wanna fuck, I don't pay no fee
Come to the trap and you gon' see me
Never been a tenant, you have no keys
Puerto Rican and Dominican, nigga
And I stay with negros like I'm born with niggas
All around the hood like I tour with niggas
Bitch want the whole team, she a whore for niggas
I don't need a break, fuck a halftime
See Koove choke niggas, till it's flatline
Yeah they doubted me they said I'll never get mine
I got my own clique now nigga strict nine

I will be one of the greatest, that is a vow, yeah, that is a promise
Always wanted to be famous, just being real, yeah, just being honest
My haters gon' always be nameless, give them no clout, I give them no power
Creators built different, they ancient, sooner than later, all will be ours

LLAAA INNFLUUENCIIA

Da Greatest

“Da Greatest” (Feat. Iniko) - Prophiavelli

“All Da Sudden” By Prophiavelli - OFFICIAL HDQ - 

From The Album “LLAAA INNFLUUENCIIA” Available Everywhere 
via Strict 9 Record$

AI Lyric Video on VEVO & YouTube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QKU-7kEAttM

Lyrics

Niggas should've chose sides a long time ago, Prophet
When I'm up all night in the trap with the work, y'all niggas don't know, right
When your clique ain't round and your gun goin' jam, y'all niggas gon' fold, right
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga, can't do nothin' for a nigga

You ain't do nothin' for a nigga, can't do nothin' for my niggas
When I got no bread and your boy can't eat, y'all gon' play me, right
When your bitch on my dick, got a gram in the spliff all the sudden y'all see, right
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga, can't do nothin' for a nigga
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga, can't do nothin' for my niggas

Got a shooter in the cut right now with a clip, who the fuck getting shot
If I call C.S right now to come through, who the fuck gettin' dropped
If I call your bitch right now to come through, who the fuck gettin' top
Got the word from the OG, put in that work, who the fuck need a clock
Who the fuck need a Glock?
Niggas get clean, no mop
Food chain, boy, and I'm sittin' on top
Lookin' for the green, I'm just tryin' to get the crops
Niggas show out when they get no props
Me and my dog, we sleep with the mice
Heart so cold, like it's sittin' on ice
Gotta love my mom, cause she gave me life
Gotta love my mom, cause she bailed me twice
Loyalty, mean everything
That's why the other side don't mean a thing
It's been strict nine since day one
And the hate came on day three
Niggas waste no time, throw shade
But it's all good, what can I say
It's flattering, I'm doin' somethin' right
If you think about me all day right

When I'm up all night in the trap with the work
Y'all niggas don't know, right
When your clique ain't round, your gun goin' jam
Y'all niggas gon' fold, right
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga
Can't do nothin' for a nigga
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga
Can't do nothin' for my niggas
When I got no bread, and your boy can't eat
Y'all gon' play me right
When your bitch on my dick, got a gram in the spliff
All the sudden y'all see right
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga
Can't do nothin' for a nigga
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga
Can't do nothin' for my niggas

Don't play with a nigga
Can't play with a nigga
I've been through so much, don't know what to say to a nigga
I'm bout to go crazy
I think I'm going crazy
She said I been crazy
I said I know, I know,
I came from the gutter like Beanie
You can feel it in the air when you see me
With a bitch and she speaks Swahili
I'ma stick it to her wall like a HDTV
This right here for the ones who hate me
Let them know that the guns off safety
And I seen what his mom and I still might, catch him at the red light, It's a green light
And you always gone front and I see why
I'm the one not to touch like a beehive
Niggas know what I choose and what side
money on my mind, Bankhead like T.I
Who the fuck wanna front
I ain't into all that
If I hold you down with six, then you know I need eight
When you give it right back, nigga

When I'm up all night in the trap with the work
Y'all niggas don't know, right
When your clique ain't round and your gun goin' jam
Y'all niggas gon' fold, right
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga
Can't do nothin' for a nigga
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga
Can't do nothin' for my niggas

All Da Sudden

“All Da Sudden” By Prophiavelli - OFFICIAL HDQ - “LLAAA INNFLUUENCIIA”

"3 Letters" HDQ Strict 9 Record$ & Prophiavelli

From The Album "LLAAA INNFLUUENCIIA" Available Everywhere

Lyrics

It's been a long time coming, 84
Prophet
Tell me who the fuck is you? The pack came through and it smell brand new
My shit built through like uts all bamboo
Know some crippin' ass niggas, they be comin' out the blue

And if you listen a little, I can show you how to talk to the birds, Dr. Dolittle
I take the heat in the middle, and if it's little, still change his address to the hospital
Peep game, I'm the grill, cause I hold flame, the whole thing, plus the propane oh man
I rep the Strict Nine gang and I remain

Shorty throw me signal like she switchin' a lane
I'm secluded, that mean you should leave
Birth control, put a hold on your seed
And believe it you bleedin', nigga

Have you lookin' at yourself like you conceited, nigga
Yeah, that's who I be, the rap Ali
To rap like this, you must sting like bee
How you hate on me? Cause I had a threesome before a state ID

Two bad bitches, all attention on me
Had them all on their knees, mouth wide, say please
I don't talk, no cheese, I'm not a rat, not me
I thought of zero degrees, how you niggas all freeze

Strict Nine, always good in the hood
That's a motherfuckin' fact, you a bitch, nigga
And I see you with your chain, I'm a rich nigga
Fuck your bitch the same night, I'm a sick nigga

You don't know how to flip from a loss
Turn an eighth to an ounce, now you is your own boss
It's the price it costs, you tryna ice with frost
That's not a joke, nigga

Fuckin' bad bitches when I'm broke, nigga
That's a motherfuckin' fact, your connect so trash
Nigga, what the fuck is that? Matter of fact, bring it back
I don't need no slack, that's anonymous bud

Don't want my name on that
I've been ill since birth, you hear me when it hurts
Every time I write a verse, I pray without a church
And the hood is gettin' worse, so I'm ridin' with a body

Like I'm drivin' in a hearse
Bitch, popping pussy and she do it for the squad
I'm not a ghost writer, she just wanna take a bar
She fuck with Strict Nine, cause she know we goin' far

Only one to do it better, got three letters
God, the type of shit that I'm on
Throwin' dirt on my name, they must've thought I was a lawn
They don't hear about me, so they thought I was gone

Now he tryna get his life back, nigga, that's a respawn
84

3 Letters

"3 Letters" by Prophiavelli HDQ Strict 9 Record$

"How I Need U" By Prophiavelli
via Strict 9 Record$

On The Album "LLAAA INNFLUUENCIIA" Available Everywhere

Lyrics

They don't love you
They don't love you
That these niggas they don't love you
The way I do uh
They don't never put you right above the way I do

Don't forget that these niggas they don't love you
They don't love you, They don't love you
They don't never put you right above the way I do
The way I do, the way I do
Is it a fair for a nigga like me
To be fucking with a bitch like you

Yo, you even said everything's gon' be my way
I seen it coming like I'm rolling down the driveway
You stick to me when I bleed like a band-aid
But they gon' wait till I win like I'm D-Wade
So they can come and join my team and take it all away
But they ain't gon' take away
Everything that I stood near and worked for
All the things that I didn't have to take for
They don't love you how I love you
They don't keep you how I need to
Tell me why do they fuck you how I fuck you
Matter of fact, they don't fuck you how I fuck you
That's why you call just to come through
I can't believe everything that we turned to
I can't believe all them backs that we burned through
For you to front and get high with the next dude

Don't forget that these niggas they don't love you
They don't love you, they don't love you
They don't don't never put you right above the way I do
The way I do, the way I do
Is it fair for a nigga like me
To be fucking with a bitch like you

Yo, see the lessons from adolescence
Could never guess it, to always always put your honor under your protection
Cause these others try will to steal it, you not investing
In something like a calculator, you can count your blessings
And it won't be you
And I'm actually kinda happy that you found somebody new
Cause I know how you get down and you gon' put em through it too
And this shit was such a show, we gon' know who played the fool
I would've told you anything
I even told you everything
I even told you what they did to me
You turned around and did the same thing
They don't love you how I love you
How I love you
They don't need you how I need you
So tell me why do they fuck you

Don't forget that these niggas they don't love you
They don't love you, they don't love you
They don't never put you right above the way I do
The way I do, the way I do
Is it fair for a nigga like me
To be fucking with a bitch like you

They don't love you how I love you
How I love you, how I love you
They don't need you how I need you
How I need you, how I want you

They don't do you how I do you
And they don't fucking need to
Can't believe everything that we been through

Can't believe, I can't believe that
Everything that we been through
Everything that we turn to
Can't believe all the backs that we burn through

For you to fuck around, fuck around with the next dude
They don't love you how I love you
How I love you, how I love you
They don't need you how I love you

How I want you, just to come through
For a nigga like me
Got to, to be fucking with a bitch like you
Like you, like you

How I Need U

"How I Need U" - HDQ- Strict 9 Record$ & 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

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A New Hi

Higha

From the Album ‘A New Hi’

10. 4 Reaal

4 Reaal

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'

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

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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