[VERSE - MCskill ThaPreacha] I do rap cos i love it, trust me i ain't doing this to please ya Still hate? I just rise up above it. Note to self i always gotta love me Got to do what i love first, gotta gotta find peace in myself word Gotta take care my fam, gotta spread a positive vibe with God's word, now that's love Gotta preach, gotta teach, Gotta educate the people in a jiffy Gotta keep it 100 for my city, Gotta keep doing this thing till they believe me Note to self, gotta rock any beat they serve Elevating minds, that's my cause And i gotta cuss out wack rappers The bad heads, they the disease, they like cancer Do a whole song with one style? No! Check the status quo, i move fast like the lightning bolt And strike back like I'm Damien Scott, on a lighter note Been doing this since acid pro and church mics in the my lab and so You ain't messing with the god you know? O lord this a note to self, imma murk these cats if they ever ever step up to a pro!

[Intro - MCskill ThaPreacha] They ain't seen this coming I got Roey in the building MCskill ThaPreacha Check it. [Verse 1 - MCskill ThaPreacha] Cats waiting for the cosigns Validation, no time I don't live for the primetime But i Shine bright, sunlight Bruce Willis of this rap shit Die hard, can't vanquish Problem, they can't sleep Pure fire, can't extinguish This is a jam, for the teenagers you know that they love it This is a vibe, versatility, i gat it, i gat it! Gat it, i gat it, i'm raising the standards, i'm taking advantage Putting in work, pardon my manners, killing your folks collateral damage [Chorus - Roey] They say I'm rolling with the bad guys You know say we no dey tell lies Dark shades no be clear eyes Other niggas, dem be dead guys Oh yeah, dem be dead guys When i pull up with my own guys Motherfucker, this is real life Oh yeah, this is real life So you gotta work, work, work, work Work, work, motherfucker put in work Work, work, work, work Work, work, yeah, yeah put in work [Verse 2 - Roey] God go punish all the people wey dey talk say Mr. Roey no go make am Now dem dey see me for street dey call me like dem know me before Mi o mo baba anybody, anybody Rolls royce phantom, fresh boy looking handsome Call my phone if you want some (x2) Eh! Everyday, i dey put in the work just to get the money I don't give a fuck if you hating on me [Chorus - Roey] They say I'm rolling with the bad guys You know say we no dey tell lies And dark shades no be clear eyes Other niggas, dem be dead guys Oh yeah, dem be dead guys When i pull up with my own guys Motherfucker, this is real life Oh yeah, this is real life So you gotta work, work, work, work Work, work, motherfucker put in work Work, work, work, work Work, work, yeah, yeah put in work [Verse 3 - MCskill ThaPreacha] They don't wanna see me dream, they don't wanna see me win They don't wanna see me light skinned, means I'm getting the cream Drug free but want drug money Invest 50, get 100 One year, getting 400 Keep it legit for my conscience Putting my earnings in charity, this is moment of clarity Putting in work on a reggie, now show it off, call it vanity? Check the stat boy, i been hot But they sleep on me like a king size Check the stat boy, i been hot Generate buzz, bee hive [Chorus - Roey] They say I'm rolling with the bad guys You know say we no dey tell lies And dark shades no be clear eyes Other niggas, dem be dead guys Oh yeah, dem be dead guys When i pull up with my own guys Motherfucker, this is real life Oh yeah, this is real life So you gotta work, work, work, work Work, work, motherfucker put in work Work, work, work, work Work, work, yeah, yeah put in work

[Intro - Justina Lee Brown & MCskill ThaPreacha] We gotta listen up (yeah) We gotta be ready for the call (MCskill ThaPreacha) Everybody wants attention (A yo Justina word up?) We wanna be heard No one wants to be left aside (its what we talking about) Every child has something special [Verse One - MCskill ThaPreacha] I knew a man, his name was Mr. William He had two sons and a daughter and they were triplets He really wanted his sons to be doctors And the daughter, he wanted her to be a lawyer Typical Nigerian man, he was a dreamer Always thinking about society first and how to please them A selfish father, he never listened to the kids Never thought about their dreams and what they could achieve The first son, he had talent to be an actor The second was a football player, he was a master The daughter was a painter, she painted pictures with ease She was way ahead of her time, she was the perfect thing Then came the time the ball player had opportunity to Sign for a football club in Chicago and so Mr William never allowed that happen He said his son had to be a doctor, that's final He killed a dream, this is the part that i begin To tell the parents, You! always have a rethink The kids are humans, gotta respect their feelings Gotta be their angels right, not their demons The next day, boy was found in his room Lying helpless on the floor, overdosed on a drug Mr William lost a son, never forgave himself Now he depressed, his whole life has never been the same [Chorus - Justina Lee Brown] Listen up, listen up Listen to the Kids, Listen to kids (yeah, yeah, yeah) (ooh ooh ooh) Listen up, listen up Listen to the kids, Listen to the kids (yeah, yeah, yeah) 'cos everybody wants attention Want to be heard Want to feel special 'cos everybody needs attention Want to be heard Feel something special So i say Listen up, listen up Listen to the kids, Listen to the kids (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oooh Listen up, listen up Listen to the kids, Listen to the kids (yeah yeah yeah) [Verse Two - MCskill ThaPreacha] Mrs Anna was 32 and she was pretty cool Everybody loved her attitude She had a daughter named Jane, she was 11 Jane's daddy passed away when she was 7 She got married again by the time Jane was 9 Jane had a new daddy, everything was fine Sad story, he was a pedophile Started abusing Jane and threatened her not to tell her moms But Jane couldn't keep that, she had to tell Mrs Anna never believed her own daughter, what the hell? Trust me, its a true story Be responsible, pay attention and listen up to your kids stories They get bullied at school, they get raped They got bruises and scars and took it as their fate One day, Anna came back from work early Met her hubby doing her daughter behind the tele She was screaming for help, struggling for her life Anna couldn't move like corpse, she was all white She grabbed the mug on the table and hit her hubby on the head Just 20 seconds of bleeding, he was dead Anna grabbed Jane, she wasn't breathing too well She was tryna say something but shortly, she was dead Mrs Anna lost her daughter to her nonchalance She had to take her own life just to strike a balance [Bridge - Justina Lee Brown] Everybody needs attention (x3) Oohhhh You gotta listen to the kids Listen to the kids Listen to the future [Chorus - Justina Lee Brown] Listen up, listen up Listen to the Kids, Listen to kids (yeah, yeah, yeah) (ooh ooh ooh) Listen up, listen up Listen to the kids, Listen to the kids (yeah, yeah, yeah) 'cos everybody wants attention Want to be heard Want to feel special 'cos everybody needs attention Want to be heard Feel something special So i say Listen up, listen up Listen to the kids, Listen to the kids (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oooh Listen up, listen up Listen to the kids, Listen to the kids (yeah yeah yeah)

INTRO (Lasisi Elenu) Hello, hello, hello everybody, Laisi is here again Summn jus happen ry now. Guess what? I'm, I'm so, I'm so You can't even, you can't even know what's happening right now Someone is just having a good day and you're you're asking me to, to jump on a dope track, to jump on a dope So.. What do you, What do you want from me? What do you really want from me? Wait first, MC Preacha, M. What's your name again? MC what? You don't know who you're messing with I promise you, I'm promising you that i will win you on this one Guess what? I will win you You can't do nothing, you can't do nothing You don't know me, you don't even, you don't even know me You're messing with a wrong someone You're messing, you're you're messing with a child of God Are you? Wait are you mad? You have something in your, in your brain [VERSE ONE - MCskill ThaPreacha] I stay scheming, i stay humble, i stay winning I stay live in the mix, my DJ stay spinning I stay strapped on the beat, its obvious I'm bringing out the heat Without the fuckin' 30 in my hip Riding, riding the beat, vibing inside of my whip Hate on my shit? End up right on my list What do i mean? I get under your skin Tear you apart like a grinding machine Keep it 1-hunnid for all of my team Supernatural, you heard about me Click! Clack! Bang! No sirens Take rappers out, clean the place like a janitor In this rap game, i see clowns, no competitor Letter wars or metaphors, These rappers are just actors Acting funny like santa now they checking on my status And its hunnid! [HOOK - MCskill ThaPreacha] I keep it 1-hunnid Anytime, any day i keep it 1-hunnid Hunnid!! Yeah I keep it 1-hunnid Anytime, anyplace i keep it 1-hunnid (x2) [VERSE TWO - MCskill ThaPreacha] I stood the test of time, you ain't stopping my shine Since 2010, i been on my grind, never cross the line Imma vet in this game like Sean P Its better to call on my late ancestors, they live forever like immortal trees Whooo! Bow to your King, know what i mean You cats be hating on me Why? Trap and boombap, i be mixing this shit up, you mixing the Lynn So You slow, Your skill is too basic, you don't think properly So You envious, This style is complicated just like the calculus From Lagos to Brisbane Back in New York, they know i can spit man So they booking me shows, letting the cat out the bag sometime this year Now its all clear, crossing boundaries, spreading out Finding peace yeah without a doubt And fattening up my damn bank account And its hunnid! [HOOK - MCskill ThaPreacha] I keep it 1-hunnid Anytime, any day i keep it 1-hunnid Hunnid!! Yeah I keep it 1-hunnid Anytime, anyplace i keep it 1-hunnid (x2)

[VERSE ONE - MCskill ThaPreacha] Take a seat and grab a glass of wine I'm back on that konscious tip, i stimulate your minds I'm from the era of biggie smalls in chinchillas Not the era where rappers dress like ballerinas These rappers two faced, clowns they lost faith In the art form, its something i must say We push weights but getting bigger? We lose shape That's the summary of Hip Hop in this state I still lace it, lift minds, i still chase it I'm still putting in work, I'm still innovative Wonder how i do it? How I stay consistent First step, negativity is forbidden My first verse of the year, the 9th chapter The Supernat is here, the X-factor I been on my grind tryna make the paper rise Moment of truth, ain't gotta tell no lies Been tryna put funds together Shoot new videos, get on radio, be the pacesetter But Bless God i got some cheddar now But i ain't got the powers to make it rain, I'm not the weather man You know, sometimes i just wanna give up Settle down, have my own family and move on Do a 9-5, stay off this music thing Be a slave at work and give up on my dreams But its funny how we give up and blame the system Funny how we give up and play the victim I stay distinct, lifestyle of a mavin I stay pushing forever cos I'm still breathing Ain't got time for beef but don't tempt me This is a warning to all you young emcees Advocate for peace, I'm Older Meditate, grow, this is Hip Hop's Yoga [VERSE TWO - ShayJToday] Changed my longitude and latitude Survivors remorse is the dead horse I kick for gratitude That never came Novacaine for all the frenemies and enemies that took shots and stabs To leave me drained Man ain't nothin changed But the weather from geographical measures My perspective Numbers they put together Just to hit my line Had to detach from all the noise up out the matrix just to realign my own eye with I-N-I Clearin my sins as the pen ink blends Pouring penitentiary columns in my old moleskine Lookin for moments when I first fell in love with the shit These days I'm soul security searching for my retirement And uhh... I feel you preacha I dont do this for the people I tried but even politics rhyme with empty promises So ima just Stay in my corner vibe in my lane They don't understand until you start doin yo own thang I'll maintain I aint trippin bout the money fuck the fame Shit, I'd rather change my wife's name Last name doe First name jane Buy me some land Couple hunnit grand Travel the world without a phone in hand Give a damn if its too grown man I cashed a check for happiness but now I chill in advance Walking an unknown path But yet in darkness i shine Composing chapters of my life line for line

[VERSE ONE - MCskill ThaPreacha] Its 10'o clock, switch on the TV to watch the news All i see are damn oppressors, all up in designer suits And agbada, icy wristwatch, Italian shoes They all sellouts, politicians are prostitutes They switch political parties, we can't afford to eat sardines They host political rallies, keep wasting all our damn money A few years, they back on the block, that perfect timing To campaign and we fall again, the anomaly I don't blame my people sometimes its poverty That makes us vulnerable, causes more than agony Its so crazy, no jobs, no fucking salary Oppressors getting fat on the national cake calories [HOOK - MCskill ThaPreacha] These motherfuckers are oppressors They don't give a fuck about us They oppressors, They oppress us Word! (x2) [VERSE TWO - MCskill ThaPreacha] The Liberator, here to free your mind from these oppressors Fuck a PVC, ain't voting for no damn oppressor Who's the credible one? Which party they running on? They all the same with different godfathers, they having fun And when we talk oppressors, it ain't just politicians They live amongst us, always applying pressure Find them in offices, public and private sectors They everywhere, including schools and fucking hospitals Its not a battle of the rich vs the poor The poor oppress each other too, now that's terrible bruh Its not a battle of the rich vs the poor Just a crazy ass mentality, kick it out of the door [HOOK - MCskill ThaPreacha] These motherfuckers are oppressors They don't give a fuck about us They oppressors, They oppress us Word! (x2)

[VERSE - MCskill ThaPreacha] Memories, boom box play melodies Put pen to paper, create memories Beautiful ones, never been a prodigal son FAM gave me a lot, now its my time to return Memories, Lots of quotable lines i spit Check the catalog, impeccable rhymes i preach But I was a battle MC, sure stepped on toes It clapped back at me, I moved carefully Memories of my first record I listen now and i call it my first blessing My first lesson, disappearance of my rhyme book A real setback, straight shot in the foot Memories, 250G's! What i made selling CDs back in 2016/2017 Now i gotta triple that shit, Gotta leave a legacy Way more than cash or the fancy whips Way more than plaques and the manuscripts Memories of the ex Memories of the good times we thought we had friends Now they exposed like the spaces in a cornrow This is real life, no telemundo Memories of my drunk nights Memories of the one night stands, the real wild nights Memories of the friend with benefits We had chemistry, you was my medicine When i was going through a rough path You came through, held me down on the cold nights Thank you! Now we barely see eye to eye Memories of that beautiful night on Valentine's I met good people Had to let some go, all for the best! No issues Memories of the people I lost to death Rest in Power, I miss y'all, The end.

[VERSE ONE - MCskill ThaPreacha] I'm still on it, your best girl she sits on it She love the way i give her raw and i milk on it She like a rapper, she grabs it and she spits on it Work her hand, lips and tongue, she a freak on it In my Apex, my rhymes the latest And I ain't new to this rap shit, I'm a vet and proud to say this Black, White, Hispanic, Asians all appreciate this Ain't racist, got love for the cats who wouldn't play this Listening to me? requirement! its the basics I'm ever ready like the firemen from Croatia And i ain't ready for retirement, this occupation Gotta stay inspired, my environment, my motivation No debating, i rock steady! My terrain, not friendly But i stay afloat amongst many Some rappers study my attitude and philosophies While others giving me attitude and hypocrisy I just wanna fulfill the prophecy Won't stop till i become G.O.A.T, my destiny Touch lives, make bread and share the slices Get cheese, kill the mice and the kill the vices Never lost it, i never did, now let me breathe Starved my fans for boombap, but I'd never leave I pledged allegiance to my true religion You'll never catch me sleeping, i stay consistent, you know the reason The clock's ticking, i'm still here! That's God-given 2019, still here! God-given 2020 up to 2085 God willing The future damn clear, divine blessings They stay vexing, my discog they should respect it They sharp shooters online, but they imma teach 'em a lesson In real life, they wouldn't dare to pick a fight They run helter-skelter, they screaming Jesus Christ Funny fact, my fucking face ain't even scary But you wouldn't face me and say shit like you do to many And i ain't gotta kick no battle rhyme to slaughter Everybody will get touched including sons and daughters Way back I was the type, who strangles with the mic cable Take your heart and feed it to your wife and babies But peace, love and unity is in my heart now I survived the bullets when i got shot down Not by the gun but by the media They say I'm too Hip Hop, man its spiritual Cos when I preach, teach and educate these kids man These niggas scream MCskill you full of shit man But if i spit a verse about hoes they think I'm hot Too many dumb niggas in the game, you gonna stop? What's hot? What's not? I'm not a flop I keep germinating, boy i'm not a crop Now Crop this, get a perfect picture I'm top 5 dead or alive yo, The supernatural! [VERSE TWO - MCskill ThaPreacha] Going in on the beat like i got a score to settle Big-up Stormatique, sick Instrumental Heavily armed, packing heat, feel this metal About to go off, run along, use the pedal Bout to blow up, ride along, stay on radar When A cappella connects to beat, snatch their medals Attitude this cold, don't need sweaters You worthless, you ain't Rockefeller's Ain't getting cheddar, you live a fake life Staying hot in the spotlight, now that's the real fright Y'all amateurs, leave you extinct like dinosaurs Heard you checking on my catalogue For survival skills? well, i preach that Tryna cut a deal? You wish clown Pish pow! Your ass getting beat down Only way you survive is when you kiss the ring fam Put it on the gram when you pledge allegiance Like you put it on the gram when you buy a new sneakers Quick reminder, you never was a soldier Never could take shots, you never had an holster Now its time for a Rollercoaster Early retirement, boy its over, you ain't Cyril Stober I got a lot to remind ya, before you went viral Who came up with the plan yo?! Who came up with your stage name? Me! Who taught you how to rap boy? Me! Cos i'm your daddy in this business Now you wanna stab me in the back Son, That's foolishness So you all grown now, you wanna act shady The aftermath disastrous, no Dre shit I brought you in this game and i can take you out I preach peace but you know what I'm all about Back to it so these weapons, i gotta use it Take position and take shots like Patrick Ewing My precinct, my jurisdiction Ever try to cross it, you go missing, Listen! In my prime so you can't shine Supernatural stays hungry, yeah its lunch time Now who's gon blame me for feeding on you punk? Responsible for your own downfall, Jonathan Goodluck! [VERSE THREE - MCskill ThaPreacha] From the glorious land, i bring the boombap sound Busy in the lab, kids busy with the body counts And I ain't gat time for crackers on the internet They lil kiddies, yes, they lack intellect Listen to music that messes with their minds Since '99 i been way ahead of my time Cos i studied the scholars and the OGs The Louis Farakkhans, the Chief rocker Busy bees The Herc, Bam and flash, the Kris Parkers By '09 i was focused on the gospel My first name is love, so i preach it Shout out to my temple fam, we on that real shit That real hip hop, that raw boombap When i spit it you know its way deeper than rap You know I'm blessed, so i be spitting on the trap Showing off my skill set, you should know i stay sharp Now you wanna call the supernatural wack? You playing! I see em thugged out, in real life they slay queens And the wicked, they defeated this year They play the pity game, look in their eyes bro its all fear Now its all clear, i see their fucking tactics Put on masks but forget to get rid of the dance shoes If you get that line, you an OG The last Don, Pippi De Lena back in '96 Its the future, held the down mic for eons Last true MC, out of this earth, Venus You will respect me Gunning for that GOAT title and I'm thinking who's gon stop me? You? Nah! You corny like yo raps On the road to be a legend i don't need a fucking map I got the PhD, the prayers, hard work and discipline Never forget i breathe consistency You alive and your dumb ass ain't know the methods To be a real cat, you gotta know the essence The three natures of Hip Hop I'm talking about The consciousness, the kulture and the product I Am Hip Hop! I mastered this craft Bring peace to the man, woman and child Yo! I Am Hip Hop, i reach for the stars 2018, i'm still out here kicking it LIVE!

[VERSE ONE - Mic Dailie] Yo' Right now no competitor All i see is prey- predator Imma lyrical Mohammed Alligator Certainly the type that u havent heard of Anytime i do mine; i tickle you, dribble you Capable style like Banky W Hoping you, getting the memo that am sending you? And just incase you not getting it, am telling you Steam up and get smacked with the vapor It is what it is muthafucka no make ups To a large extent I'm the cause I'm hanging with the violent that take it by force Breaking laws, knocking down doors Put you in the position, make you drop jaws But no more, i know who i am man You already know i don't give a damn man! [HOOK - Mic Dailie] Mic Check 1,2 3,4,5,6 now i'm ready for you This is what we gonna do Project the art form, don't care about you (x2) [VERSE TWO - MCskill ThaPreacha] Project the art form, hold it down for my faction I see atoms all chasing stardom Speaking conscious, acting like Malcolm They imposters, now we seen the outcome A fraction reppin', God sent me To spit this verse, analyze their biometrics Get it off my checklist, their skill basic They all appear innocent with two faces They Tryna break me, stab me like Malcolm Bailey But i rise and won it all like Thomas Brady Divine blessings, that's what the God gave me Found purpose, built now in God's image Played nice when they reached out to ask for favors With wack content, still had to just promote it But no more! I know who I am man You already know I don't give a damn man [HOOK - MCskill ThaPreacha] Mic Check 1,2 3,4,5,6 now i'm ready for you This is what we gonna do Project the art form, don't care about you Mic check 1,2 3,4,5,6 now i'm ready for you This is what we gonna do Mic Dailie, MCskill, now we coming for you

CHORUS (Freeborn) Bo ti le hun ko leto (No matter how hard it is) Adun ni ikeyin ewuro (Joy comes in the end) x2 [VERSE - MCskill ThaPreacha] Had to take what's mine, it wasn't easy Had to take my spot, stayed on my grizzy I took a look in the mirror, i had to diss me To stay focused, i never played the victim Once upon a time, i was hustling backwards I was on a wrong path, i asked for lots of favors Backfired but i thought that i was making progress Till i realized i had to stop and pay for service I was underrated, had to prove myself I'm still underpaid with 9 projects on the shelf But we all gotta trust the process If we keep putting in work, its gonna be a success But success these days has its price Talent without the money is a mismatch The sad truth bro, bars ain't paying the bills You gotta make some radio records for the mass appeal But you gotta stay conscious of your words While you trusting the process, gotta play smart to stay afloat That's the advice i never got But I'm preaching to you now the congregation, listen up The same people who ask, when you gon blow up? Probably the same people who do nothing for you coming up So Do you, Let 'em talk Let' em ask questions, they owe you nothing bro, let em walk Not every Jack and Jill support your artform Not every point and kill taste like the last one Its not a plot against you, its just life Its not a plot against Hip Hop, its your mind You gotta expand it so you can grow Trusting the process is spiritual, you gotta know Gotta expand your M.I.N.D Yeah that's spiritual, heaven sent me