Gods Prophet Theme Song Written by Brandon Stapley aka Gods Prophet
(Chorus)
I’m living my life one step at a time
They call me Gods Prophet, I’ma one of kind
I came from the heavens down to this planet
Not knowing I’d be like this I did not plan it
That’s who I am I can’t change my ways
Always waking up to all those brighter days
Smiling, gleaming, and glowing with humour
Learned this music by myself was an early bloomer
(Verse 1)
Here I am, just a prophet on this earth
God gave me a gift since the day of my birth
He chose me to address all the fragile minds
To open there eyes, no long will they be blind
I’m here for a reason, but yet aren’t we all
I’m proud to admit it, I’m still standing tall
Not camouflaging my existence, not in disguise
I am who I am; I’m not one to revise
I acquire the concept, that I’m not the superior
I don’t have the greatest looks on my exterior
But deep within the belly of the body of my ocean
I’m full of devotion and able to express my emotions
Which is rare nowadays, it’s so uncommon
It allows me to feel special, so thank god aman
If you got a problem with me it’s your imperfection
Cuz I’m just another prophet to Gods collection
(Chorus)
I’m living my life one step at a time
They call me Gods Prophet, I’ma one of kind
I came from the heavens down to this planet
Not knowing I’d be like this I did not plan it
That’s who I am I can’t change my ways
Always waking up to all those brighter days
Smiling, gleaming, and glowing with humour
Learned this music by myself was an early bloomer
(Verse 2)
They call me gods prophet, the one and only
No one compares to my lyrical ability
It’s a state of mind which is unheard of
You can’t even touch me with rubber gloves
When the music starts to flow through my veins
It corrupts your ears, and hypnotizes your brain
But don’t go runnin out callin my name (I hate that)
It’s not like I’m full of money and fame, (that’s a fact)
See I’m still your average Joe, but I do got talent
I got rhymes in my pocket that’ll make you silent
It’ll put you in awe; your jaw will hit the floor
You’ll get on your knees and start beggin for more
Cuz like a drug my lyrics are ever so addicting
Some may say different there opinions are conflicting
But to all those heads, that heard my flows
You gotta admit I put on one hell of a show
(Chorus)
I’m living my life one step at a time
They call me Gods Prophet, I’ma one of kind
I came from the heavens down to this planet
Not knowing I’d be like this I did not plan it
That’s who I am I can’t change my ways
Always waking up to all those brighter days
Smiling, gleaming, and glowing with humour
Learned this music by myself was an early bloomer
Bringing Hip Hop Back Written by Gods Prophet
(Verse 1)
I’m bringing hip hop back to today’s society
Because in these times, rappers only speak violently
There’s no thoughts in the words that they speak
They flushing hip hop down into shit and piss creek
And as the baby boomers come into this scene
They won’t know the true facts of what hip hop means
Constructing there rhymes upon guns, bitches and money
With no story behind there words, I find if kinda funny
Yeah that shit was cool when it first came out
But we need to let different words out of our mouth
It’s getting old man, it’s the same story told
So sit back and allow your mind to unfold
If you do so you’ll know what it feels like
To spit a rhyme and hear people say “shit that’s tight”
So next time you put a verse down on a track
Just remember boy you’re trying to bring hip hop back
(Chorus)
This to the ears of those who love hip hop
Especially to the ones who will never ever stop
Won’t allow there mind to turn over and flop
And won’t dabble into that mainstream slop
This to the ears of those who love hip hop
Especially to the ones who will never ever stop
Won’t allow there mind to turn over and flop
And won’t dabble into that mainstream slop
(Verse 2)
Here’s a lesson for those who are trying to learn
Have fun with your music, and have no concerns
Keep a clear conscience, be full of confidence
Put a together a verse that will make complete sense
Don’t jump around, point to point off the reservation
It will lead to your death and your final destination
So when you put ink to the paper on your pad
Don’t follow other foots steps, begin a new fad
Set the pace, set the tone, set all of the dimension
Speak some wits, and relieve all that gathered tension
The invention over all will cause a lot of attention
Because you meant well with your lyrical intentions
Your bringing hip hop back, you got the right mind state
You’re the proud owner of your own character trait
It came from your heart, you released your thoughts
Now look at the masterpiece yours thoughts have brought
(Chorus)
This to the ears of those who love hip hop
Especially to the ones who will never ever stop
Won’t allow there mind to turn over and flop
And won’t dabble into that mainstream slop
This to the ears of those who love hip hop
Especially to the ones who will never ever stop
Won’t allow there mind to turn over and flop
And won’t dabble into that mainstream slop
Mislead Streets Of Vernon written by: Crisis Ft. Gods Prophet
Verse 1: Crisis
there’s mo drugs in the streets then all the cops and the Greeks
crack addicts hiding pipes and rocks in their cheeks
if they’re not doing rock they all be snortin da chalk
sittin at the mission holdin up all the small talk
at the lowest of low drugs appeal when they flow
through your veins liquid heroin crackn the code
prostitution lowest grade sluts sleepin for aids
like parades of a new day hooker hunters come play
narc park after dark sittin round for that fix
meth addicts not paid a fuckin cent for their tricks
but losing their grip not at home with their kids
either at narc park or Polson down in the sticks
cant they grasp onto life but its just passin em by
only problem they see is if they’re not gettin high
east Hastings aint a problem its just a joke to us now
vancity at the cleaners must be feelin so proud
Im just trying to live my life in vtown
Im back now, everybody sees what is now
hidden lies discized by the politics
crooked cops taking power from the people
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Verse 2: ( Gods Prophet )
Vernon was a lovely place, now it’s a disgrace
All these wannabe drugs dealers, makin that paper chase
What happened to respect what happened to the love?
Now when push comes to shove Vernon’s all about drugs
It’s slowly degrading, this town is slowly fading
I’m holding my hopes and I’m patiently waiting
For the return of the scenery and how it use to be
Such a gorgeous city, it meant everything to me
It’s like we as a one are beginning to lack
When we need to fight back, we need to attack
And gain possession and control of what we once had
Throw out the bad and make rhyming the new fad
In this jungle made of concrete I can’t keep discrete
We need to fleet all the drugs from our fuckin streets
Until that mission impossible is one day complete
I’ma bounce back and land on my own 2 feet kapeesh
Im just trying to live my life in vtown
Im back now, everybody sees what is now
hidden lies discized by the politics
crooked cops taking power from the people
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Verse 3: (Crisis - waiting for 8 bars)
(Gods Prophet)
I’m pleading for the day that the drugs go away
Where the clouds disappear and sun comes out to play
So I could look up at the sky with a smile on my face
And thank god that the dirt and filth has finally been erased
Because this city is diseased, in what did we achieve?
Besides loosin all our faith, and what we believe
We didn’t succeed, we couldn’t handle the breeze
So my back is turned, its time for me to leave
Im just trying to live my life in vtown
Im back now, everybody sees what is now
hidden lies discized by the politics
crooked cops taking power from the people