[Intro]
[Verse 1]
I’m the prophet of the block, scars etched in the system,
Every verse is a weapon, every word is a prism.
Politicians steal votes, then they call it democracy,
But the hood see the truth, it’s a goddamn hypocrisy.
Young soldiers in the streets, no armor, just pain,
We die for a dollar while they profit off chains.
From the West to the East, we ignite revolution,
I spit change, you spit lies — I’m the fuckin’ solution.
[Hook]
Empire’s fall when the people call,
From the gutter to the stage, we gon’ break that wall.
Truth in the booth, let the system crawl,
From the block to the world, we gon’ take it all!
[Verse 2]
Yo, I’m the underground goblin, bombin’ with logic,
My bars radioactive, spit toxic, caustic.
You floss with your ice but you weak in the cypher,
I roll blunts with your contracts, set fire to your empire.
I’m the funk doc, Redman, the blunt-lit general,
Punchlines so raw, man, they borderline federal.
While your TikTok hits die in twenty-four hours,
I break beats, break teeth, break cowards with power.
[Hook]
Empire’s fall when the people call,
From the gutter to the stage, we gon’ break that wall.
Truth in the booth, let the system crawl,
From the block to the world, we gon’ take it all!
[Verse 3]
I’m the nightmare they hide from, syllable cyclone,
I spit venom at the throne, make the microphone groan.
F**k your labels, your playlists, your ghosted illusions,
I’m confusion with contusions, break collusions, institutions.
I’m the rap game’s virus, spine-snappin’ tyrant,
I rhyme in alignment with violent assignments.
Every mumble rap clone, I’ll erase like static,
I’m a mathematical savage with a tongue automatic.
[Hook]
Empire’s fall when the people call,
From the gutter to the stage, we gon’ break that wall.
Truth in the booth, let the system crawl,
From the block to the world, we gon’ take it all!
[Verse 4]
I’m the Doggfather, smooth but I’m still gangsta,
Stackin’ chips, West Coast, no need for a banker.
From Long Beach blocks to the global stage,
I’m the cool in the fire, I’m the calm in the rage.
I see fakes in designer, snakes in the senate,
They sellin’ out souls, but the Dogg still authentic.
I drop game with the rhythm, heavy bass in my palm,
When the empire collapses, I’ma light up the b**b.
[Outro]