[Intro: Bravioso]
(OSO)

Dear Lord
Im here to stay, I AM THE PROPHET
Strictly for the fans
Whats my mother fucking name
(OSO)
(HAHA)
HOLD UP
Whats my mother fucking name, N***a
(OSO) (x3)
Oh Yeah (x2)
THE PROPHETS HERE!
(Haha, West side, On Me, OSO)
Ugh - Here we go ...

[Verse: Bravioso]
Calling all riders
AAT Milicia
Get your fist up
This adventures a mission for me and you to get vengeance
On every system that ever existed, applying to every listener
Listen up, Every team as a team need soldiers
As a prophet of logic Im coming from the city of Trojans
I die for mine, Everyone of my riders know this
Put me at the bottom of a mountain bet I climb that bitch with motive
Focused, All my riders immortal
The portal to hope is music, Use this to get you through the bullshit
BULLSHIT
If no one got you, Oso got you, Mind you
Im allergic to it
Thats why Im waiting on a Zimmerman
Fist up, Hoodie on, and I represent every rider I got in this building
Im an assassin, On the track moving masses
This is magic, Can you bear my madness, When traumatic bring tragedy
Actually, Im wrapping trees, with a swisher leaf
To mend every one of my tragedies, Rap don't want it with your majesty
Subtract every rapper thats mad at me
Because everyone of them mother fuckers is casualties
Ima ball in this bitch like Amber Rose, How could Amber Rose get mad at me
You Gotta ass like that im balls in deep, I b-b-beat up
Super Soaker long pump
Enough stamina for all of'em
I beat that thing like it sole something and if she bad Im long jumping
In that ocean, Spitting like ocean
Ima ride and some more shit, Can't nobody fuck with my clique
Because I came from the bottom, Fuck about him
Can't nobody hold my silence, Im hollering that Im fucking problem
Deuce four strong Kobe Bryant
Prophet born with defiance, Eyeing the world in scorn
Born in a world of fire, Put my soul on the track and hope it live longer than I am
I am a fan of fans, so all my fans is riders
Prophet put here for a purpose, So understand my logic
I am, Just a young rebel playing private, in a game, fuck am I saying
Im going in on this bitch like the soldiers did, Hussain
But let tell you a little bit about the states
Why my brothers in Iraq, We hungry in LA
Its only a question to work your brain, a little bit of exercise on araabmusik just to train
Mental bullets to your frame, Kan no vest block what I say
Because what I say can take months
But all I got is minutes, to pull it out of my spirit, murder music with lyrics
Murder mainstream with a full magazine, of the words spitten, BITTTATTT BAPP
You gone feel every word listen up, If you listen close, feel the pressure of the pump
In the bass as I turn up, One middle finger up, Holding my schrodum
Death to all my enemies and massacre opponents
Coming out of Southern California
Prodigal birth, out of a beautiful state
Landed on Earth, Big Bang, Thats why i got a fist raised
Screaming WestSIDE out the gate

[Bridge: Bravioso]
OSO (x2)
Got the world screaming out, OSO

The prophet coming
OSO
Got the world screaming out, OSO

The prophet coming (x2)
Got the world screaming out, OSO

The prophet coming (x2)
Got the world screaming out, OSO

OSO (x4)
Got the world screaming out, OSO

Ima bear in this state, Jumping out the cage
Screaming out fuck'em and this is eighty-eight

N***A, N***A

(HAHA)

[Outro: Bravioso]