No Hook

[Verse 1]
Real Prophecy—I'm a monster in this divine flesh
I got the mindset and the concept of making bomb threats to a Vietnam vet
I'm on a conquest so when that sunshine set
I be running the track I ain't even pass the baton yet
I'm non stop, got it on lock off top
To keep your heads ringing
Come on doc I'm an alarm clock
Gotta give my dawg props but I'm the one who's on top
Claiming you got your gun on cock, you'll get your mom shot
Nah but I'm hard as usual, I'm apart of the musical
Hardly suitable, take daily doses of pharmaceuticals
The marsupial without a pouch to carry
I'm bout to bury these wack rappers 'cause no one in the south is near me
Shoulda started back in 2001
I'll make you bow bow and nah that ain't the sound of my gun
Well if I had one or needed one
I would be the one to shoot you in your jaw and have everybody thinking you speak in tongues

[Hook 1]
I close I open my notebook
This old school right here it needs no hook (no hook)
Eyes closed when I wrote this
Real Hip Hop lives here, it needs no hook
I close I open my notebook
This old school right here it needs no hook (no hook)
Eyes closed when I wrote this
Real Hip Hop lives here

[Verse 2]
This a time of significance, I'm just solid for instance
This is a contest, well my job is to demolish participants
Grinding, shining since I was a toddler and infant
Still is a problem, I've got the mind of a scholar at Princeton and
She got the body of a goddess and princesses
She asked for money so I gave her a dollar and 50 cents
Ain't no competition, y'all been spitting non-consistent
It's your 15 minutes of fame and your time is ticking
I ain't a politician but it's clear Hip Hop is different
Try statistics, more than 95% of this genre's missing
I got a rare flow, kicking rhymes in your ear holes
My birthday is July 9th and I'm only 22 years old so
Read and research it, I don't need to be perfect
Emcees are worthless I got a reason to be conceited on purpose
Still cautious, it's obviously my philosophy
If I lose you, you could still follow me @RealProphecy

[Hook 2]
I close I open my notebook
This old school right here it needs no hook (no hook)
Eyes closed when I wrote this
Real Hip Hop lives here, it needs no hook
I close I open my notebook
This old school right here it needs no hook (no hook)
Eyes closed when I wrote this
Real Hip Hop lives here

[Verse 3]
What does it take to be the top seed? To be greater than 2Pac, B.I.G.
Michael Jackson, Michael Jordan, Tyson, Muhammad Ali?
Not to be cocky—but I dare you to box me
This a competitive sport for all of you sensitive rappers who got beef
Fans think that you stink, all I ask is why can't you just sing?
Got no chance in this ring, kneel and kiss my championship ring
Foul we don't allow; no Mike Tyson biting my style
A towel substitutes for a mic in this bout
You ain't hardcore, what you think we call you soft for?
Yeah you fought wars but you lost yours
I'm a dope emcee, that means there ain't no getting close to me
In fact, I'm the most elite
So just stop just stop claiming that your "Shit rocks," "Shit rocks"
When lately your shit been sounding like Kidz BOP HIP HOP
Fundamentally this new school rap wasn't meant for me
Done relentlessly so you know I won eventually

[Hook 3]
I close I open my notebook
This old school right here it needs no hook (no hook)
Eyes closed when I wrote this
Real Hip Hop lives here, it needs no hook
I close I open my notebook
This old school right here it needs no hook (no hook)
Eyes closed when I wrote this
Real Hip Hop lives here