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I'm Only Human

by Eli The Prophet

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1.
Berserk 02:52
What can we possibly expect to discover when our southern big brothers Try’na take every mother fucker for all of their worth Worthless wars waged on each other Raping the land, why? Just to eat burgers brother The truth is all we really want to uncover But we got governments trying to smother us Hoverin’ round under us Shit, this was 1866, I’d pick up my blunderbuss Straight walk into a fuckin parliament building and run a fuss People these days are too nice for all the wrong reasons We all need to find some common ground to believe in We’ve got big Pharma killing people makin’ billions Monsanto slowly poisoning us by the millions A few companies about to be worth some trillions Politicians tell enough shit to fill pavilions But not they crowds though Let me get through this fucking crowd bro I don’t mean to be yelling at y’all so much But you know I’m on that loud so In this life, if you give, a minute of your time, it’ll take an hour In this life, if you give, a little problem light, it’ll take a mile In this life, if you give, a minute of your time, it’ll take an hour In this life, if you give, a little problem light, it’ll take a mile Hey now don’t get complacent I know where you mean, I just can’t place it That ain’t my scene, I just can’t face it It’s just that good, I ain’t lace it, Dog If you wanna make plans we can walk Oh my my this man he can talk Remove your crew, except one dude, just like we the first band of the hawk Never take it just for granted that the world shines Just as brightly as your heart does on the inside Cause in spite of all of the common daily insight Nowadays talking only results in fist fights Once everybody wasn’t always try’na win sides Leaders have stopped us from seeing through to what’s right Aye, I hope we can see what’s right We got em Kingmobb
2.
I’ve got these songs in my soul and I don’t know which way they're gunna go, but I love it yeah I love it I take the music from my soul and let the music take it’s hold, but I love it yeah I love it Everyone has a song in their soul and in their heart, yeah everyone has a role to play a little part But you don’t want a part of mine, you just want your own time, but you never did well sitting idle inside of your own mind And all the bad nights that I said were final, no matter how many times I know It'll take for me to get the message everything you said was fake you see and if you think we have a chance you’ll just be breaking me And I know I shouldn’t air our dirty laundry, but you’re crazy if you think opinions will stop me Like those who said I’ll never amount to anything in rap and am cursed to only ever be flopping And I know that you don’t like violence, but I’ve killed twenty two pilots With all their blood on my hands, I’ll take my stance and continue to make my demands cause I’ve got these songs in my soul and I don’t know which way they're gunna go, but I love it yeah I love it I take the music from my soul and let the music take it’s hold, but I love it yeah I love it Don’t keep your music only inside cause, everyone has a song that’s saved their lives We all have tunes to play, I know its cliche to say, but when I play mine I feel so alive You gotta remind if I forget the things that we say, and in time you know I’ll try to repay Cause now that I’ve got a good girl, I just wanna rock every stage in the world, okay First time I spit into a mic I had legends in the room, one thing that came out was the hook of this tune. You see I grew up on Salvia, Street. I threw up on Salvia, feet. I murder tunes via, beats. I murder loons via geese. Yo who’s spittin’ the best new writtens? Don’t know it’s me, y’all dudes trippin’ My little girl wears blue mittens, when she smiles I’m too smitten. Every time I release a flow I see the rap game is a lewd business, and I’ve got these songs in my soul and I don’t know which way they're gunna go, but I love it yeah I love it I take the music from my soul and let the music take it’s hold, but I love it yeah I love it I’ve got these songs in my soul and I don’t know which way they're gunna go, but I love it yeah I love it I take the music from my soul and let the music take it’s hold, but I love it yeah I love it
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I - I hate all the things that we do You - You gon’ be the reason we through Us - Funny, I don’t know what to call it Bet it all you wont see me in the mornin’ I - I hate all the things that we do You - You gon’ be the reason we through Us - Funny, I don’t know what to call it Bet it all you wont see me in the mornin’ Yeah I know about ya’ Yeah I know about ya’ And all these games that you playin’ I don’t know how to go ‘bout ya’ Stitch Uh, I gave you them seven digits Told you to keep em close I guess that you never listened Damn, shorty was always part of my vision Told you to give me you all of you, now I’m happy you didn’t And I ain’t doin’ this shit for a minute longer Wanted a life with you, forget the offer And now you playing all these games, shit is gettin’ awkward Like, life is an open book until you kill the author I’m done telling tales of all the times that you were happy You could have told me how you feelin’ all the days you had me But now I’m gone with the wind now This shit ain’t pretend now Barely getting started But I guess this is the end now I - I hate all the things that we do You - You gon’ be the reason we through Us - Funny, I don’t know what to call it Bet it all you wont see me in the mornin’ I - I hate all the things that we do You - You gon’ be the reason we through Us - Funny, I don’t know what to call it Bet it all you wont see me in the mornin’ Yeah I know about ya’ Yeah I know about ya’ And all these games that you playin’ I don’t know how to go ‘bout ya’ Eli Always screamin’ in my face, I never knew what ya meant You left burn marks, so deep in my heart, just like a glowing element Tryna’ keep up with all your drama, I’m gettin’ hella spent Now I want the truth cause the rest is just irrelevant And I get conflicted with pain whenever you’re near me So relieved I can finally see this clearly With all the bad signs that are appearing, no more endearing Sick and tired of living my life like I’m fearing I’ll be a hopeless romantic, feeling hopeless and frantic I’ll never meet my better half, though I constantly plan it Can’t get a head when I gotta put up with all of your damn shit I eat my words like a man to avoid your next antic Girl you must be crazy If you think your words can phase me Yeah and I swear baby Must have lost it if you think you can play me I - I hate all the things that we do You - You gon’ be the reason we through Us - Funny, I don’t know what to call it Bet it all you wont see me in the mornin’ I - I hate all the things that we do You - You gon’ be the reason we through Us - Funny, I don’t know what to call it Bet it all you wont see me in the mornin’ Yeah I know about ya Yeah I know about ya And all these games that you playin’ I don’t know how to go about ya
4.
Around this time of year got me wishing things never different But people this time of year got me fucked up so I'm drinking Trust will get you killed, slinking snakes I'm never linking Imma keep on going forever till I stop blinking (Blink your eyes) Around this time of year got me wishing things never different But people this time of year got me fucked up so I'm drinking (Real fucked up) Trust will get you killed, slinking snakes I'm never linking Imma keep on going forever till I stop blinking Rhymes like a punch to the gut leave em heaving hunched over the sink n I wont quit till I stop blinking Ain't seen the sun in forty winks n (Ay) The more I stop to think the more I get caught up in thinking (Brrrrra) Its hard not to sink when all your feelings feeling sinking But I raise myself back up like stacks of paper crinkling So you better not be surprised when you see my circle shrinking Keep a tight knit crew like a gold chain interlinking I put on for my set tryin to keep the glasses clinking Don’t write ghosted so when I post it my guy why oh why wouldn’t I boast it I char the beat like an aussie brush fire at best you light roast it Step to me and get your hype stolen Catch so much smoke think that I’m smokin And you know when I’m token an L to myself, the only way that I’m chokin Got a grip on the system, I hope that you listen, I feel I’m approaching the brink All of these rappers appearing to be incoherent I think that they low on their zinc Claiming that you is the plug when you just a slug we know that you ain’t got the link I’m feelin I’m killin the beat with the realness like Rxnin Ghost what do you think? (Tell em) Rxnin Ghxst Around this time of year got me wishing that shit was different (Uh-huh) People this time of year got me fucked up so I'm drinking (What?) Trust will get you killed, those niggas I’m never linking (Tell em again) Imma keep on going forever till I stop blinking (Ay) Around this time of year got me wishing that shit was different (When is it) People this time of year got me fucked up so I'm drinking (They really do) Trust will get you killed, those niggas I’m never linking (Naw) Imma keep on going forever till I stop blinking (Blink your eyes) Really couldn't care less a jacket a shorty bought me Saying that I'm selfish I am but to make my money I been tryna get it we pushing right out the bottom I don’t have no niggas they'll grab me drag me to bottoms I been drinking so much everyday a different a bottle My life ain’t go slow I promise that bitch on full throttle (Real fast) Not tryna get lucky rich you type to win the lotto I been listening to Drake Y O L O the motto All my people gone be rich they looking like some models Give a fuck about a snake nigga fuck all the fraudos Your shorty get happy meals from my team not McDonalds (McDonalds) Niggas do not wanna see me go so hard like Rondo Around this time of year got me wishing that shit was different (Ay) People this time of year got me fucked up so I'm drinking (They really do) Trust will get you killed, those niggas I’m never linking (Naw) Imma keep on going forever till I stop blinking (Blink your eyes) Around this time of year got me wishing that shit was different (Ay) People this time of year got me fucked up so I'm drinking (They really do) Trust will get you killed, those niggas I’m never linking (Naw) Imma keep on going forever till I stop blinking (Ay) My name ringing bells and they just don’t know how to take it (Sad) I’m going through change I promise I cannot fake it (Yeah) Work back to the bone I swear just watch me break it (Watch) Just know when I get it I’ll never let none yall take it (Never) Things up on me ya you know they never really sleep (Naw) Up all hours of the night they never let me be (Let me go to sleep) You been tryna get it you lookin at my plate eat (Just eat) Imma keep on going cause there ain't no rest in me (Nope) Black lives really matter know there no arresting me (Me) They think we don’t matter to all we lost rest in peace For all of you we gone keep on goin in the streets (Go hard) Promise that it be up on my mind until we meet (My memory)
5.
It’s a shame the game has died in such a fit Real G’s replaced by some kids who mumble shit Wanna smash em in their face and snap their wrists So they’ll never be seen holdin’ mics again Fake emcees got some questions to answer, How you gunna’ let your rhymes plague the game like cancer? Whole crew out actin all tough in a stance, were You stepping to us? Then you’d better be damn sure. And mumble rappers they finna be meddlin’ But turn tail when they see I spit better than veterans Spending their money on fame they actin special when We’re tired of these “littles” thinking they relevant In the North we ain’t the type to phone it in When you see that red and white, you know who gon’ win Try to fight, for your life, we’ll steal it with a grin Might be the prophet, right, but I’m the real son of sin Keys, wallet, glasses, cell phone Got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone I got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone I got my skinny jeans on, with a band-t donned, right hand horns drawn and I’m lookin kinda slack jawed Keys, wallet, glasses, cell phone Got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone I got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone I got my skinny jeans on, with a band-t donned, right hand horns drawn and I’m lookin kinda slack jawed And I’m lookin kinda slack jawed Bump into a few dudes out there on the sidewalk Outside of Jack’s and it’s last call Bout ta throw fists so I put my back up to that wall Slide quick and I go to his left Five hits from the palm exploding his chest Hit so hard it goes on through his vest Like it’s monty python’s bring out your dead Got a bad bitch, she like sturgeon. Oh my bad trick, she looked certain. Fuck in public, but we ain’t pervin’ Copped a new bid, she like servin’ Got a new whip, we like swervin’ Want a new clique, I’ll drop a word in Help your mans, kid, he looks hurtin’. Oh you mad bitch? Meet your surgeon. Keys, wallet, glasses, cell phone Got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone I got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone I got my skinny jeans on, with a band-t donned, right hand horns drawn and I’m lookin kinda slack jawed Keys, wallet, glasses, cell phone Got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone I got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone I got my skinny jeans on, with a band-t donned, right hand horns drawn and I’m lookin kinda slack jawed LVE? You must be frontin’ Less than half you punks, do dirt in London Steal the draw strings, and make a loop for em Yank it tight, string up a whole group of em On some crazy shit like it’s bebop boy Marth is calling out for you like please stop Roy Give away generic rhymes like a free pop toy And I’m chilling at Dragon Boat while I eat bok choy Y’all in the back scrounging for chicken lips Y’all is just some chicken shits Y’all ain’t never kick it, shit I’m eatin’ beats like chicken dip Only a handful of you rappers have ever really been legit And I’ve been trainin’ up at platinum and adrenaline where I been kickin it Keys, wallet, glasses, cell phone Got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone I got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone I got my skinny jeans on, with a band-t donned, right hand horns drawn and I’m lookin kinda slack jawed Keys, wallet, glasses, cell phone Got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone I got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone I got my skinny jeans on, with a band-t donned, right hand horns drawn and I’m lookin kinda slack jawed You stop and stare and look at me like I’ll cause some harm. Why? Cause I have piercings, stretched ears and tats on my arm? Guy. Some days there’s dreams of glory where my rhymes could ever go But what do I know, I’m just a metalhead who writes rap flows
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Eli why you laughin? Cause they think they’ve see the worst of me Since I burst from the earth I ain’t ever one to be cursory Might not understand it’s worth to me But I can’t stop this battle till politicians and religions be cursin me Came into the game swinging yet I found no enemies Adrift upon and endless sea of entities Y’all softer than anemones Eventually imma learn to open up this vent and free Till then it’s time you stopped writing lyrics and lines that don’t rhyme Feels like the love of the game is going back in time that trigger is chromo Run up on your crew they screaming oh no When I’m in the game I kick it right I’m Shogun ya’ll are Gono Save the bullshit you rodeo custodian Words spin classic wonder yeah the flow is so smithsonian Ten toes down my fear and phobia to phone it in Run the tape back so many time that you’ll never pick up the phone again What that means You weak ass bitches got 7 days left after you cross me Writing cheques your ass can’t cash you’ll find that the dues are costly If we get heated and my eyes get kinda glossy it’s cause I play through so many head wounds you’d think I’m Sydney Crosby Don’t get it twisted when I’m flowin on a nice tip Throw you in the clinch feel like I got you in a vice grip Try and settle with words but known to be prone to violence Sling elbows and knees to your dome like Eddie Wineland Young cats still tryna write raps, I make art and music They just put me in this box so don’t get it all confused I’ve already going too far and now I could never lose it Bringing the prophecy of philosophy they calling me Confucius Spit critic, sometime my lines construed elusive But now I found my calling and I’m free to pursue it I don’t mean to be making so many moves I get intrusive But I’m probably one of the best in my set to ever do it
7.
I gotta Marvel a these heroes who seemed to have lost their Vision Buncha back ass rappers makin brash and fucked decisions Lyrically most of them don’t belong in my division It’s about high time end of your nine lives these cats ain’t spit exquisite Is your battery low? Is it getting dark? Got these kids saying I don’t feel so good Mr. Stark Got a grip on the game from the Thames to Bristol park Breathing life into it like I gave it a fuckin crystal spark Got that full power gauntlet ain’t no stopping it Eli at the river Styx when other emcees hear the flow you know it haunting’ em Flaunt a rhyme and I’m domain em Bodies floating all round me, Andromeda I’m spittin Venom and Carnage this ain’t revenge it’s no bargain This is punishment, way I punish shit, no way to guard it I put a Stich in Riyality, you bitches just fallacies Power stones to the dome to quick and sick with analogies Yeah too quick and slick with it Yeah too quick and slick with it Yeah too quick and slick with it Slick with the wit that’s why I always just be slippin in it Yeah too quick and slick with it Yeah too quick and slick with it Yeah too quick and slick with it Slick with the wit that’s why I always just be slippin in it
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Picked the longest beat you had cause I want to be spittin forever I spit on the ledger, spittin like I fuckin bit into pepper But I never spit shit sick unless the sick shit that I’m spittin is clever, ya dig? You want a penny for my thoughts fuck it here’s a quarter You either enemy or supporter. Either you fucking with me or I ain’t got time for ya Not tryna fill your head full of lore. Ya see I just want to be spittin the truth Take that what I’ve learned and I give it to youth Then I take that what I’ve earned then I get in the booth Then I make that track burn then I give it to you But I struggle being an artist, I struggle being a father, I struggle everyday and the struggle’s seeming harder One step up two steps back and forth nearer, then farther Can’t even recall the fuckin face of my father But I’ll be damned if I let that happen to my girls Got two beautiful kids and they’re my world Don’t understand how some people can be so hateful Got my little ones in this life so you know that I’m “Greatful” And you ain’t gotta prop me, just stay outta my way when the cage is unlocked, C I ain’t got that rock, but you can catch me at the Roxy Every time I talk on this mic, it’s like lyrical boxing, Pacquiao I snatched the crown, everybody wanna to snap me now They run up on me while I’m on the mic, and I slap em down They think they tight, I’m fuckin laughing now. “What’s this kid so brash about?” I’m an All-star, keep talking imma smash your mouth I’m passed the doubt, I ain’t ever gassin out Got a new whip but I ain’t ever crashing now Hit the jackpot but I ain’t casino’ out Some days I rap sad some days I rap happy Some days I rap like the hand of a god slapped me Sometimes it feels like the times are comin at me, But what else can I do? The times are gettin nasty Sometimes I think about the people in my past that lied Sometimes I think about the people in my past that died Sometimes I stay awake at night, hatin life, pain by, but you know that I keep that shit Classified
9.
Flows kinda fucked up leave you silly like psilocybin Smashing every villain rising vilifying simple rhyming no simple timing Got your shorties dimples wylin Ain’t fuckin with you pimple guys and Don’t come back with the intel cryin Fresh kills in the basement yes I’ll take every placement Feeling caged in like encagement wrote 8 pages I erased it I engrained it made my brain sick got mad brain back from my main chick I’ve been running all these bases on a fuckin daily basis But now the Nasdaq dropping just cause people in Hazmats Pass that, ensure a good time call me Afflac I just wanna stack mad racks and help you shoulder a little bit of your shit like a backpack In the Lo we don’t backtrack It’s quarantine, SO I’m chillin and Roku Stepping to me. ugh, that’s Krillin to Goku Only time I speak your name when I feel there’s a joke due I ain’t from this planet catch these hands and some smoke too
10.
Can see your mouth running when you coming with that cheap talk Keep it rocksteady ain’t talking bout Bebop Always tryna hide your face like it was a beatbox When you say lace up all you talking is Reeboks So, don’t be coming with that cheap talk No, don’t be coming with that cheap talk Yo, don’t be coming with that cheap talk Can see your mouth running when you coming with that cheap talk Can see your mouth running when you coming always frontin never stuntin got nothin just bluffing So I’m puffin no guffin green I’m busting roll the blunts and light it up like the L that we never dustin Fuck with me I might go psycho I’m a killer like Freddy, Jason, Michael I won’t pull up and hit you with a rifle, but if this fist hits your shit then it’s night bro Run the west like I’m Fivel keep it hot like I’m Spyro Spittin so sick gettin viral Leave your mind spinning in a spiral From the prophet no bible A hundred clones of you just sounding lame A hundred clones of me they all sound the same I can hear the crowd calling that’s the sounds of fame I’m like a magician I make a sound a flame Can see your mouth running when you coming with that cheap talk Keep it rocksteady ain’t talking bout Bebop Always tryna hide your face like it was a beatbox When you say lace up all you talking is Reeboks So, don’t be coming with that cheap talk No, don’t be coming with that cheap talk Yo, don’t be coming with that cheap talk Can see your mouth running when you coming with that cheap talk
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Claiming you got some bars I’m sick of this shit We need to rebuild like licit split How can we expect the truth to persist When all that’s been passed is a flick of the wrist Don’t flick up my lighter man give me my Bic No ones gonna get hurt if you give me my script Fans peeping my merch they get giddy and flip Then I ship out the product and give them the slip From the Prophet’s description the Architect building the foundation for killing this track The long lost prescription our bars over rhythm and round table of gents spittin facts Intense then relaxed, a breath it’ll pass, a breast with the past, the best with the pad Invest in the messages mess with the vestiges next step be blessed where you’re at Ain’t no stopping or containing us All these wack motherfuckers look the same to us Ain’t hear to scrape the win man we play to crush Move at breakneck speed can’t contain the rush
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We don’t play we ridin all day Come hang round downtown vibe on our wave But try to get by with lies and you’ll pay Cause you’ll get swept if you step in your way Eli bars I’ll blow your mind just like a card trick Ain’t heartless but I been known to set a hard pick Can’t fuck with me as a musician or an artist Only time that you been ill up in your whip just gettin car sick Content never viral you bugging like you got west nile I come at a hater outta nowhere like I’m reptile Fuck around and find your fate outline in a textile Let me roll it up and be alone for the next while What a world valuing those with aesthetic attractiveness Life is mostly chaos with brief moments of happiness Backed up by a kid with platinum hits Treat the beef like it’s weed a couple hits then pass that shit When I roll up I smoked mad doja I’m Gamebred catch a three piece with the soda A deep need to blow up, I’m switching the flow up Your girl folding on me calling me stud, no hold em We don’t play we ridin all day Come hang round downtown vibe on our wave But try to get by with lies and you’ll pay Cause you’ll get swept if you step in your way
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Elevate 02:59
Finally coming into my own as an artist in multiple genres How can you youngin’s possibly stop this or top this I’m top of the rungs of these young guns while I got your girl sitting pretty in this city with her titties out topless I do hella work in this city, I’m like a hot press Buy-in’ like a jerk for your girl, tell her to shop less While we out for drinks she in a drop dress And when she stares back at someone, you know she turnin em into a hot mess Cause I’m a guitarist, bassist and rap artist The musics really where my heart is So I’ll be the one to start this Revolution to impart bliss On the younger generation so they don’t end up jaded and straight up fuckin heartless Sometimes I spit rhymes of pure passion / Sometimes I spit rhymes so sharp my words leave gashes / Like from friction static burnin into the atmosphere cause I’m spittin’ spherical lyrical ballistic madness / Actin like myself like I’m Alexander Skaarsgard Bitch you just an ant so you can go and eat an aardvark Flipping shit around in my depression themed theme park Got some evil in my flow, in other words my fucking themes dark Cause when I blaze I always be smoking on that true piff And when it comes right down to it I can smoke more weed than you fucks know what to do with Can’t always stay humble, my stature sky scraper tall You bitches I just crumple like a fuckin dry paper ball What’s truly amazing to me is the fact that half you can’t even distinguish These lyrical lines from other professional rappers linguistics Thinking of a more poetic lyricist, you've never seen one My words are like a fucking venomous machine gun Spitting multiple flows, in multiple ways, in multiple prose, that for multiple days gives you multiple moments, of exactly what I’m tryna show ya, Got fools going crazy on my flow believing in fiction Cut em down with my rhymes they gettin uneven stitchin And if you don’t think I’m the greatest then make a prediction Who’s gunna test their vernacular and spit with some fuckin diction Yeah I’m a Knight and I’m a prophet, but Sometimes I act like I just fuckin lost it Not really one to cause shit But if I hear that you’ve been near running your mouth You’ll find the fuckin cost quick And it ain’t free. And it ain’t cheap.
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Look I ain’t care at all White kicks in the rain White kicks on the court pick up chips of the paint Ain’t a white kid, just a prophet aight? But they want me to live like a saint All these other rappers just getting complacent Lining up to me they stand adjacent Face it, they can barely pace it E and Left Lane see they need replacin’ Feels like my time is racin’ Can’t stop staring at my bills in the basement Doctor said that we’ll all be fine if we just start shoving these pills in our faces Now you stepping to Eli You know he ride till he die Y’all aloof I’ve been spittin truth since you cats was only knee high Cause it’s a sure sign that the state of the world whack when Old white dudes scared of intelligent native and black men But how can we think like that when Society lies to you and me, doesn’t it seem like things were easier back then Now I gotta stop my mind from creasing Just to keep my life from ceasing Best believe me it’s deceiving People only care bout you if you’re breathing So step back take a deep one In this crazy life that we run Take some time from grinding to unwind and wind up having brief fun I fuck wit the nine elements When you write a line, irrelevant I’ve been climbing all my life it’s bout to be my time, Everest Spit my best don’t stunt at shows Don’t call me bro Yo if all you care about is stunting then your ass gon end up with some stunted growth We ain’t just talkin Words burn like caustic Left Lane and Eli the Prophet We ain’t just talkin Words burn like caustic Left Lane and Eli the Prophet We ain’t just talkin Words burn like caustic Left Lane and Eli the Prophet You got a problem, we can just solve it
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I’m tired of hiding this Rivalry fighting these demons inside of me I've been trying to write with it, but I keep on rhyming so violently I'd occupy every line in my diary And I would keep struggling silently Send me some love, cause there’s never enough Of those elephant tusks to find me the ivory I'm writing my prophecy, don't mean to be starting a war tho Take a heroic dose, then my pen carves it up like I'm Zoro I write my own my way, never write what is borrowed I write for the day and I write full of sorrow Then rap like I'm dying tomorrow For arms like Goro Keep my sound floor low Always feel lost like where did my cord go Stoppin me lord no Tope rope El Toro They gettin it backwards it's warm snow When the haters be tryin to clown on my grind I been puttin in work, I been puttin in time Been doing this most of my life Asking myself many questions at night, like Why do I feel hate so deeply Why can't I deal with my feelings discretely Why does it feel like the worlds on repeat repeating All that we've learned but still has no meaning Forever regretting steppin to Doyle or E Like Freddie said I've gotta break free I got places to go and people to see And I'm tired of hiding these demons I’m tired of hiding this Rivalry fighting these demons inside of me I've been trying to write with it, but I keep on rhyming so violently I'd occupy every line in my diary And I would keep struggling silently Send me some love, cause there’s never enough Of those elephant tusks to find me the ivory Konan Doyle I rap to calm my nerves And it can be lots of words To express that I’m on the verge of thoughts and urges surrounding awful murder, Not in person, only when I’m on the verses, pot so hot, I gotta take it off the burner, Maybe I forgot to stir, the scalding irks me, won’t somebody please call the nurse Cause I’m on a rant again Got to get high so I cook banana bread Crossin the line like I should be panicking Walk in the sky like I’m good with Annakin Often I write just to put whats happening Onto a mic when I’m shook or passionate Not gonna lie, even all of these rhymes that I got my mind couldn’t push the damages Outside my brain stem, no serotonin, Still going through all of this mayhem I used to have all these fake friends The type who were nice to my face then All of a sudden would change when I left the room, and escaped them No fame yet cause y’all on the same trends See, you need your waves checked You cannot convince me that I’m not a fuckin rapping god Imma need some ivory, I’m hunting down a mastodon If I don’t get the paper then I’m going for the Amazon Taking all the trees, till the mawfuckin planet gone But it doesn’t bother me cause I’m a fuckin astronaut I’m blastin off Faster than a kid who be jackin off To a catalogue full of padded bras I’m just lookin for a prophet, Eli, wanna tag along? I’m tired of hiding this Rivalry fighting these demons inside of me I've been trying to write with it, but I keep on rhyming so violently I'd occupy every line in my diary And I would keep struggling silently Send me some love, cause there’s never enough Of those elephant tusks to find me the ivory
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Zone 02:56
*Woof Runnin the Dro Woof Dro Woof Dro, Dro, Dro, Dro Woof Sell, sell, sell* My flow on repeat cuts scars in your brain I go long deep and hard in the paint Fuck with me, I’m like Casey Leave you buried in a garden for days Playin games with me end up cubed like Rubik’s Sayin’ E? You got that new shit? I got fire. You say prove it? I’m a liar? Ew says you kid. Hold up here’s a confession to take I got a fetish for the lettuce when the bets are at stake And honestly if you’re thinking about bein’ dishonest b, even just a little micronomically Tell ya fuck off quick ain’t got time for that monotony Yes honestly I’m just anonymously breaking promises see If my promise to you wasn’t promised in honesty I make an incision in indecision my vision is reminiscent Of everyone livin’ in sin among the women and children And the only time I’m trying to grasp Someone’s attention harder than when I’m grabbing ass Is with your, minds open, your sights focused I wrote this rap while I sat in lotus Meditating with a buddhist like focus Never get heat at shows when I’m noticed Even when I’m dressed atrociously Focus free, hocus pocus, smoke this green Trying to save you from the plagues of locust dreams That plague your minds. Society’s confines. Mental chains and binds. Cuts oxygen to the brain, like it’s strapped with a zip-tie *High in the clouds I stay in the zone Keep it homegrown, money I roll If you ain’t on that loud I’m on my way home High in the clouds I stay in the zone High in the clouds I stay in the zone* I stay in my zone, I just sell loud, leave them bricks at home, and don’t bring a crowd I just hit up your phone, and you ain’t around I just wanna be high and you bringing me down I’m not really sure what you’ve heard of me, it’s observably, absurd you see For you to verbally, use words that describe verbs of me, personally When there’s not a single thing you’ve really learnt of me Like sticks and stones, bricks to bone, y’all motherfuckers can’t hurt me Curse me as I steal your girls purse B quick as lightning like I’m Percy I ain’t tryin’ to make a motion, I’m not really one for boastin’, but every single bitch, regret it if she ghost me Not all about commotion, step with the wrong notion, im’ma leave your soul sinking in the ocean, like rose did Got a little flow flip It’s 2 bill for an O zip This crew still saying oh shit Cause they just saw who the GOAT is I don’t mean to gloat kids Talk a lot of shit, but don’t appear at shows Legends start to sweat when they hear my flows I’m dodging bids, I’m just telling it like it is I don’t mean to gloat kids
17.
I’m on my way to the top when I came from nothin You’ve been writing in rareform I guess that’s frontin Ain’t testin Eli’s intelligence with your weak punches We set flames to the bars like it’s Bowser’s dungeon Not a day goes by we ain’t spit fuego guy Slip up and get hit wit a red dot like Kano’s eye Double vision but no one in the game so fly Do or do not young padawan there ain’t no try No sequels or prequels no this is the main storyline Gather round young and old and those that came for story time Emcees try to step to me but they stuck at the borderline I’m a life I’ll be making music when I’m 49 And I’ve deleted more off of my galaxy note notepad app Than you’ve ever written suckin at spittin you never wrote dope tracks Think about quittin, should be a given no E don’t hold slack Reppin the Lo so Juno we bringing that gold back
18.
You know that guy Shows up to shows once a year Fuck the bands, only comes to drink some beer Doesn’t give a damn about the music Doesn’t give a damn if we give it all and lose it Doesn’t give a damn, just wanna be the man, but no one’s ever gunna give ya two shits Generations of fans who hit shows to start drama Never know why this commands more attention and demand I wanna Break this chain yes lets stand up for music Cause it’s a struggle to stay true to your muses It’s a weekly occurrence currently going The level of talent the Lo is frequently showing It’s growing so rapidly, I don’t show apathy To the plight of an artist To provide and stay on the path they see Yeah it makes me cathartic, that most people don’t know what true art is, ya’ll heartless Drop bars that hit flawless, don’t hate, just relate and respect the process
19.
What you sayin We just standing here all day Man came to spit, keep it legit I got game, but I ain't playin So what you sayin We just standing here all day I came to spit, I never quit I got game, but I ain't playin What you sayin We just standing here all day man Came to spit, keep it legit I got game, but I ain't playin So what you sayin We just standing here all day I came to spit, I never quit I got game, but I ain't playin Youth is leavin me I'm seein 40 I only fuck with a mean shorty Of course I'm the real Rick, what do you mean Morty? I'm lean portly I lean port on a sea oar, E sees worts but I'm clean, Wortley What you think I mean lordy? Am I even making sense? I kinda sense regrets, when I regress, gotta de stress, Don't wanna get depressed So I hit a deep press, brief flex, Bout to egress check that reflex Bitches aint know that I'm too raw? That's hooplah Leave your crew sideways like a fucked up boob job Coming unhinged like a loose bra Cut loose mah Spit so hard I've been left with a bruised jaw You juiced up but aint juice god Your set killed the vibe now the moods gone No traction maybe Sleep on your style make me snooze dog Don't fascinate me I aint gunna hate lets let bygones be bygones now bye gone think I'm wrong Swerve past you like a pylon What you sayin We just standing here all day Man came to spit, keep it legit I got game, but I ain't playin So what you sayin We just standing here all day I came to spit, I never quit I got game, but I ain't playin What you sayin We just standing here all day man Came to spit, keep it legit I got game, but I ain't playin So what you sayin We just standing here all day I came to spit, I never quit I got game, but I ain't playin No speak, no poyo Style street, no polo I'm a renegade, I shoot first, Han Solo From the bottle no solo On the comeback like a yoyo When I'm in the news, I'm gettin views like a go pro So you might not understand why I stay underground like a landslide Got a new flow but keep it old school like a landline My rhymes they demand time Stay steady vibin Just wanna lay my face on some tan thighs I ain't lyin Can't compare to this mans grind You ain't tryin My musics the real grand prize Call me Heisman Trophy up on the mantle if you gon sleep I dismantle, no peeps when I channel Can't compete soft as flannel, I'm elite can't be handled Rippin it raw Spit without flaw Rhymes so thick cant be sipped through a straw Spit so much grit it can't fit in your maw Even kings need help like a prick in the paw When you jack shit just a prick in your paw Stickin it up like a kid with no laws What you sayin We just standing here all day Man came to spit, keep it legit I got game, but I ain't playin So what you sayin We just standing here all day I came to spit, I never quit I got game, but I ain't playin What you sayin We just standing here all day man Came to spit, keep it legit I got game, but I ain't playin So what you sayin We just standing here all day I came to spit, I never quit I got game, but I ain't playin
20.
I’m not saying I have the answers I just know what’s right from wrong Fortune favours fools and gamblers Well I’m not just going to play along Cuttin emcees when they step to me I’m blessed with the weaponry I attack aggressively Get correct Must confess that I’m blessed But I ain’t talking bout no cross round my neck I digress, life’s a mess But I’m just tryna catch a cutie with a booty in a dress Kinda hard when you’re depressed Always stressed Gettin pressed Never rest Not unless all these problems I address So take a step to the left out the way Plan today, get on sway Gettin paid, pave the way, Never swayed, never stray Seen lesser weight and better days But levels won is levers raised Live your life like it’ll be okay Even though if it’s not Loosing friends stabbed and shot Loosing fam bodies rot Little man don’t lose the plan keep the plot I’m not saying I have all the answers I just know what’s right from wrong Fortune favours fools and gamblers Well I’m not just going to play along So let’s go get it No let up Tired of listening to these rappers with low credit Might as well be bow legged The way they jump in the scene with no vettin Bear witness to my fitness and this mystical slickness You can’t be trumpin nothin and be all up in my business On the hit list but I don’t need to use all these lil gimmicks I rely on my sickness with the words I flip like a gymnast Yeah I been up late ripping through packets of snacks Tryin to actuate my next fuckin plan of attack These wack ass rappers want clout. handsets and daps But, I got a handle on dismantling a scandalous act So let the fission begin my mission to win omissions of these visions of sin Cause I just want to cross the province with my music again And next time I’ll cross the nation, best start listening in I’m not saying I have all the answers I just know what’s right from wrong Fortune favours fools and gamblers Well I’m not just going to play along

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After 3 1/2 years in hiphop, Eli The Prophet is ready to release his debut project “I’m Only Human” This 20 track mixtape combines the originally planned “Prophecy” EP as well as a full album worth of new material. The subject matter surrounds the life of artist Chris Rowan, with themes ranging from serious topics of societal change, motivational optimism and separating from organized religion, to more common themes in hiphop such as the grind of the industry, weed and women wrapped up in a technical display of wordplay, lyricism and swagger. The proclaimed “Prophet of rap” seeks to prove that you can retain your sense of style while providing a positive and serious message. Over 30000 streams and views worldwide and performances to over 1500 people in Ontario, Eli The Prophet is prepared to wow wider audiences with his unique performance including guitar playing, singing and rap.

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released October 22, 2021

1) Berserk (Produced by Kingmobb & J Downz)

2) Songs In My soul (Produced by J Downz)

3) Bet It All (ft. Young Stitch) (Produced by J Downz)

4) Bad Luck (ft. Ronin Ghost) (Produced by Spencer Jones & Sirreal)

5) Keys, Wallet, Glasses, Cell phone (Produced by J Downz)

6) Conversations I (Produced by Noah Trapper & B1 The Architect)

7) Cocoon (Caterpillar remix) (Produced by B1 The Architect)

8) De-classified (Produced by Classified & B1 The Architect)

9) Freshly Killed (Scrambled Eggs & Eli The Prophet) (Produced by Fresh Kills, Scrmmbld Eggs & B1 The Architect)

10) Cheap Talk (ft. Unlearn) (Produced by Bumboclap & B1 The Architect)

11) Contain The Rush (ft. B1 The Architect) (Produced by B1 The Architect)

12) Get Swept (ft. KP) (Produced by Soul Vibe Society & B1 The Architect)

13) Elevate (Produced by Kingmobb & J Downz)

14) Got A Problem? (ft. Left Lane) (Produced by Soapy)

15) Elephant Tusks (ft. Konan Doyle) (Produced by Sirreal)

16) Zone (Produced by Kingmobb & J Downz)

17) Stop it (ShysT - ft Slink, Eli The Prophet) (Produced by ShysT)

18) Forest City Showcase Cypher (ft. Jux Cain, Traffimatics, Eli The Prophet, ShysT, Vendetta, Casper Marcus) (Produced by Sirreal)

19) Ain’t Playin’ (Produced by Sully Beats & B1 The Architect)

20) Fools And Gamblers (Produced by Kingmobb & B1 The Architect)

Artwork and design - Richie Allen

Photography - Shaun Smith of Ryit Photography

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Eli The Prophet London, Ontario

Born and raised in London, Ontario life-long musician and multi-instrumentalist Chris Rowan has channeled his inner emcee to bring you Eli The Prophet. Canada's very own proverbial rap prophet is here to spit truth, kick knowledge and call out whack rappers everywhere. Look for the "I'm Only Human" mixtape to drop late 2021 featuring track with Young Stitch, KP and B1 The Architect of the LRP. ... more

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