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ZAKEE FEAT KEANU JONES & REAL PROPHECY lyrics : "1996"

[Hook]
Scared to death, they scared to look,
They shook. Cause ain't no such thing as half way crooks.


[Zakee]
[Verse 1]


^!$$% hold your tech you ain't touching me,
All the honeys know I'm buzzing like a $#&@ing bee,

That's why your old hoes left, came to hang with me,
I swear I'm So So Def like Jermaine Dupri,
Can't you see my Vibe can even make the Def Jam?

How High I gotta get for my eyes to get Red-man?
Fans be like "hey hey hey, you're the realest ^!$$%."
I should join the KKK, cause I be killing ^!$$%s.

Trying to diss infamous? that won't go well.
We're a Deadly Combination you're going to take a Big L.
And well, Havoc I wreak, you act like possum in street,

Prophet the prodigy cause you know we be mobbin' deep.
And I be obviously, hotter then hell you see,
And plus I must be the %#@! because all you can smell is me,

And if I'm with your (*##$ I'm commiting a felony,
I pistol whip her with dick and then $#&@ her until she bleed,
Snuff her 'til she's deceased and then stuff her under my sheets,

Start $#&@ing her to the beat but it's just a figure of speech.

[Hook]

Scared to death, they scared to look,
They shook. Cause ain't no such thing as half way crooks.
Scared to death, they scared to look,

They shook. Cause ain't no such thing as half way crooks.
Scared to death, they scared to look,
They shook. Cause ain't no such thing as half way crooks.


[Keanu Jones]
[Verse 2]


Feel like it's 96, mid 2pocalypse,
Popping %#@! but I'm prodigious

Hopping fences and dodging them
Searching with em, I rob and sin
Probably spent my last on this bad (*##$

She say I can $#&@ bad if I'm paying over average
Mad %#@! through my mental probably going insane
So I light this reefer in vein, contemplating killing the game

Premeditated, never faded, my heart pour on this notepad
No dad, oh bad, so sad, I see me getting mo' cash
Show that's, a palm reading and a palm itching

I love her dearly, but can't do %#@! without mom (*##$ing
Time ticking, my rhymes written, and I know it sales.
You see us raised round these narcs, these sharks,

Man you know we well, show and tell.
^!$$% only trust two soles, and that's these vans ho
Grew up without a daddy, I been a $#&@ing man so..

Wipe your mouth, and stop jocking all of my %#@!
Your momma and them on, no room for you so hop up off this dick.


[Hook]
Scared to death, they scared to look,
They shook. Cause ain't no such thing as half way crooks.

Scared to death, they scared to look,
They shook. Cause ain't no such thing as half way crooks.
Scared to death, they scared to look,

They shook. Cause ain't no such thing as half way crooks.

[Real Prophecy]

[Verse 3]

Prophecy.

You don't know what it takes to make this, on a regular basis,
Face it, I'm the one left in the matrix,
Destined for greatness,

Rappers were @@#!y, but that's before we met 'em.
"Who want war?" We yellin'
My category fell in story tellin'

Prophecy. $#&@ the one that watches me.
Like I watch it, I skyrocket right out the eye socket.
Who showed me a real ^!$$%? My mirror did.
A lyricist who's %#@!ting on top of a pyramid,
It's a privelige to be in the position you in.

Who's the best rapper alive? Well I don't listen to him.
There ain't no message in his music, like liquor is bad for the liver (*##$ slept the night and caught hepatitis.
Be proud of us, these rappers mislead. They ain't guiding us.
They sell their soul for a paper that say "In God We Trust"
He's the only one that blesses me, praise him til the death of me.

They wanna see my name on stone that reads rest in peace.
Couldn't predict I'm the future, Miss Cleo hate me but even Miss Cleo rate me, the $#&@ing G-O-A-T.
Zake, I don't like hip hop of today. This %#@! is fake.
Tryna get this %#@! real again, can you relate?
Uh, hip hop is not dead but I'm about to kill it. So I can resurrect the real one who gives a $#&@ how you feel son.

Two faced (*##$es, no need for cosmetics. My mind set as I'm prophetic cause God said it.

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