Текст песни False Prophets - Tywan Bell

It's too many, too many
It's too many False Prophets
I see it on the daily
I see it, I see it

When I think about mainstream
What comes to mind is False Prophets
Claiming they are for the youth, but only craving power
Feining for another dollar bill and Ben Frank
Using Crowd Control and Mind Manipulation, not exaggerating
They pushing out the frequencies to keep us down and locked in bondage
Mentally and Physically, 'Cause they're afraid to see a black leader excel
And pass the limit that they put on us in elementary from the EOG's
And did you know they have a prison cell waitin' on you and me?
To get caught up in the system, A.K.A the "matrix"

So now I'm stepping out my comfort zone to the point my hands started shaking
From excitement when I put my soul onto a page, transferred through a pen
This is the end result when you been grindin' for 2,190 days
But honestly at first I didn't believe that I would see this day
Through every struggle, I just kept my faith
And focused on the ground so I can pave a way through my vibrations

So stop claiming that you are a Prophet
If you sold ya soul away, than you not a Prophet
You're only property to a Industry making profit
It's too many False Prophets

So please stop claiming you're a Prophet
If you sold ya soul away, than you not a Prophet
You're only property making profit
It's too many False Prophets, barely any Artist

I mean, I see it on a daily
All these young bulls looking for a easy come up while flexin' in a video with rented cars
As they talkin' to a money phone
But you should know you made yourself a target
To the Rap Industry and people in the street
But I can't tell you how to live ya life, that's not up to me
But you are the maker of your destiny
So think twice on the shit you see

'Cause if you really got the money, you don't have to show it
'Cause you could be standin' next to the richest person and don't even know it
So if you gotta flaunt it, than you don't even got it
And never talk about what's in ya wallet or in ya pocket
And while you at it, take that watch up off ya wrist
'Cause if you come to Charlotte flexing, than you a walkin' lick

That's not a threat from me, it's just a warning for protection
'Cause they would rock you for the shoes you got on ya feet
I never been inside the street, I was only just a witness to the ruckus outside
Hearin' gun shots through the night in a symphony, that's orchestrated violence
So I'ma take responsibility and try to stop the violence

By pushing out a message through my frequencies
I'm a god in my creation tryna spread the peace
But I'm no greater than anyone, so don't get it twisted
But there is a difference
I choose to keep grinding while them other ns didn't

So stop claiming that you are a Prophet
If you sold ya soul away, than you not a Prophet
You're only property to a Industry making profit
It's too many False Prophets

So please stop claiming you're a Prophet
If you sold ya soul away, than you not a Prophet
You're only property making profit
It's too many False Prophets, barely any Artist

It's too many False Prophets
Too many (Too Many)
False Prophets (False Prophets)
False Prophets (False Prophets)
Barely any Artist