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The Gospel is FREE

by Praverb the Wyse

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1.
Scratched serials, P be rap’s miracle I walk these streets, not trying to catch venereal Diseases, the hood gave birth and hatched criminals I walk the righteous path, I seek Jesus But demons who lack minerals Try to get me to sell crack it’s so pitiful I need redemption An emcee’s emcee, blessed with skill But that respect won’t get me a deal Cut the check Better yet cut the debt I love Biggie Smalls But that admiration, won’t stop the credit calls The next time they call, I’ll start rapping They be like is that you, you’re nice But your statement is past due See what I have to go through to show you That the flows true, remaining Old School like Will Farrell Or Pharrell, my mind state is Neptune lost in space you can bury me with no coffin space Crowd the casket, with a mic, pre amp They will say at least P died with his masters [chorus] You can bury me an emcee, With no royalties, all I got is my word and my loyalty You can bury me an emcee, With no stand out tracks, I’m trying to stand out amongst this crap You can bury me an emcee, With no spinning rims, all I got is my mind and my busy pen You can busy me an emcee, With no felonies, carve my name up in Hip Hop’s legacy [Praverb rambling about his website and stuff haha]
2.
Lethal rhymes, I don’t rap for the C-notes I spit a verse and y’all run like Tim Tebow I be microphone rocking Tatum Bell on the mic, my o-line be zone blocking Think about it you got no options The Max Kellerman of this game So you know I know boxing You got no hands Saying you pushing weight, when you be at home spotting Partner, I’m a monster with this rap ish Whether it’s written or off the dome dropping I never clap kids I don’t rely on the tech Amusing my fans, using my hands, the Iron Chef But not Raekwon or Emerill I’m the type of cat serving up audio visuals I rep for the East, I was born in the South I lived in the West, so why second guess Va’s best, unkept secret, so peep it You can’t match the tone that I speak with A rhyme to the reason, a reason that I rhyme To reach peeps who have it worse than me Like those living in poverty, who gotta struggle to eat So me, I gotta take the backseat And focus on the finer things, forget the diamond rings So like Jay I only joke about retiring [Praverb rambling about website and stuff, it is actually www.praverb.net haha]
3.
Am I a lost soul? Life is a long journey, I finally feel I’m at a crossroad (check it) I hold the crossbow, I try to deal with these sentiments I gotta be real when I’m spitting this I’m torn between the love of my life The life that I’m living, sinning the women I need to start chilling, building A foundation, I’m tired of these rap killings I won’t get shot by my comrades like Pat Tillman I got a Hov mindstate, trying to stack millions But there's a Blueprint, so there’s a Reasonable Doubt That I may never come out, I gotta shut my mouth I just want to speak, and give y’all my two cents Please follow the movement, hip hop is alive I’m trying to survive, monopolize, your properties mine For real, I’m just trying to properly find The God in me, not trying to be the God MC I’m Godly see, so close your eyes and vibe with me Listen up fam you know that I rhyme with ease I’ve lost one, peeps die, I’ve lost some I feel like NYC, when they lost Pun Everybody rocking the cross now Is it a symbol, or we getting closer to God now? I hold my job down, but I’m just just over broke with bills I want to roll a Philly sometimes and chill I think about my life in reverse, the people I hurt I’m sorry, my life has been cursed [more rambling]
4.
I open up the door to my life And realized it was author by Christ, the soothsayer He was out paying the price, the price was paid We were born in sin seeking the righteous way At night I pray, well some nights I skip Can I outrun the messenger like Michael Vick Some say he got a light in him He’s well mannered, soft spoken, and he’s polite with friends But he’s human, he has pent up aggression Used to be a door mat now he’s expressing Thoughts a lot of people second guessed him He has to overcome obstacles to reap a blessing Christ was there when he dealt with depression Lost a few friends and his mother what a blessing Had to rise from the ashes to reap benefits Patience is a virtue time provides discipline (3x) [chorus] I opened up the door to my life, I’m trying to make a change I want to do right I opened up the door to my life, I’m tired of the pain I gotta seek Christ I opened up the door to my life, I’m stuck in a maze I want to reach heights I opened up the door to my life, I don’t want to be paid I just need some advice
5.
The first in flight, I spend nights, getting these verses tight Throw on the beat man, rework that line I scratch it, conjure up the illest feeling With this rapping, I don’t have to talk about killing Or making millions I can be true to myself Speak on life or religion, the fluid is felt With this pen that I write with, I’m enlightened Spreading the name like a common cold or a known virus On this mic I’m a giant, Paul Bunyan hunting These flashy cats probably claiming that they really stunting Your first week sales, don’t mean nothing Especially when your album is full of filler cousin See me man I work a 9 to 5, cause rap don’t pay the bills I’m trying to stay alive, survive the grind, rely on his mind to seek direction Cause we fall short when we seek perfection I travel that lone path with a notepad And a dictionary, trying to boost my vocab I’ve trained with the vets, spit with old cats They praise the style, calling me a throwback These lyrics are free, your gimmicks may sell I can’t wait to see my CD sit on the shelf [chorus] 2x I’m on the grind, it feels like I’m running out of time And I, know I got a lot of rhymes But I, know I may be unsigned Just know that I’m always on the grind yeah
6.
I sit here holding my staff, multiplying my staff Headed for a straight path like a boxer’s jab Listen to the words I pro-ject Over these projects I flow best, who want some (Yeah) I rep V till my death Raised in the South, spent years in the West I’ve been training, took advice from the vets On how to stay pose, deal with the refs And critics, sometimes I feel so stressed But I’m living, others would kill to be blessed So I’m grinning, happy to be alive still chilling Hitting the corner store to cipher what a feeling I gaze at the sky and the building and think Hip hop is me, my graffiti is the ink
7.
It be the P V I Z you know who it be The mic controller, who be flowing for free Check it, challenge me pick any man random I’ll kill a thousand men, just like Samson With a jawbone, you should crown me champion I’ll play a concerto than vanish like phantom Listen I got that crack music you should try it Overdose and you’ll end up like Len Bias First time users, need to know the history Rakim, Krs-One, what an epiphany You in the club, shoulder leaning But what about them people that spoke for freedom What about them people that spoke with meaning I’m here to resurrect those I hope you receiving I want to be heard, every coast, every region Just listen to the words, I change with every season I’m nice, but you never heard of me I don’t have the connects or the currency I’m here to revive hip hop It’s in a state of emergency/ so they had to search for me The one like Neo, without the Matrix No origin, no scientist can trade it Undetected, I’m the voice of ancients Martyred and murdered on African slave ships let’s face it I’m P, the man that you need to know Your favorite rapper, I supersede his flow I burp, barf, gas, to put it in plain words Man I breath that flow I’m iler than any man that Jesus know Or created and I started rap, 3 weeks ago
8.
I love hip hop, I have the heart to do it I grind everyday like Martha Stewart With my music, I’m proving that these charts are clueless And battles on 106 and Park are stupid You might find me, spitting darts at humans like Africans Choosing my girl over my rapping friends I don’t want to end up like half of them Retired from the game, only to make tracks again I don’t go to the club, I know what tracks they spin I don’t hang with a gang, I’m not attached to men I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, I pray for hope People think I’m a joke, I don’t rap for them I won’t lie I’m flesh, I’m not glad I sin God gave me a gift, I’m always battling Between good and evil, I’m not shooting people Hide from God, no angels be tattling North or South, I don’t care if you wack, you wack If you hate on a region I might snatch your pen And put it to use, spew rhymes in the booth Back raps with scripture, so my lines be the truth Like, Psalms dude, The Meek shall inherit the earth And the weak will get buried in dirt When I speak, you’ll feel like your right at church Don’t like my rhyme fine, don’t spare me the words
9.
Raiding your home, I know dudes that carry the chrome They hate rap music, next they be blaming the poems Goliath, I got something for you Giants, I’m David I handpick various stones Throw them at your head, sever your dome You deceased, your fam dressed in black, while they bury your bones Let it be known, I’m similar to Razor Ramon I got a toothpick, everywhere that I roam Rip acoustic, acapella, live band, you pick It can be an old verse or something exclusive Forget your phony promo You sat for five years now you think you Tony Romo (huh), get your facts straight I’m five levels past great Without an album, or a record plaque wait Cd dropping soon Anticipate it like you watching the moon (huh) I flew the coup, prove you poop How many times must I abuse the loop The screws are loose, I’m crazy Nah I’m kidding, I just want the cash Fast, you better pay me
10.
The boss of the yard, who’s a little off of the wall I’m the type to stuff seven foot rappers in a coffin that’s small I rock crowds, small spots, or Carnegie Hall I have religion, so I be following God I’m trying to do this rap thing, make some rap cream I roll dolo, I don’t need a rap team Yes, you’re gonna make it, you got some wack dreams I walk around with a glove cause I be slapping These fakes, frontin, thinking that they speak great Be the same ones who wait for the release date I rep MT, FBI, A X I S, never question I Shouts to Uneek, holding it down Palerider, Dorian Gray, you know that we, go for the crown Josh, congrats on bearing a seed Let’s drop an album before you prepare her to read I’m back in the zone I got a hunger to do this, I’ll even spit raps on the phone I’m the one that the government actually cloned The ultimate emcee, known for smashing your bones Yo, I’ll never give it a rest When I die, bury me with a mic and turntables on my chest, yes
11.
It’s a lovely morning, and I pray for the peeps Who be mourning those who pass The peeps who be mourning the folks in Iraq The peeps who be mourning those with no dad Or no mother, I feel like the number one soul brother While I wake, a child lives in hunger I throw on my white tee, a pair of blue jeans It’s my off day, a break from the grind I hurry down the hallway pursuing my dreams Hat slightly titled, it’s my time to shine I hope in my 6 deuce 6 Proceed to call wifey, to get that early bird kiss Feeling that bliss, I just got paid Pumped the unleaded, grabbed food and Gatorade Look at me man I’m driving down the road I’m cautious; Virginia has a lot of potholes I’m nauseous, the radio be making me sick I’m not conceited, but I be blasting my own hits Stuck in traffic, old man be throwing fits Truck driver responds, flips him the bird I almost hit the curb So much excitement I thought they were on the verge Of fighting The fun is over I’m done with this So I’m back on course, seeking a Giant So I can get some Oatmeal pies My favorite snack So I can head home and chill with the guys I hop into my car, then I speed off Hit the corner, then I spot a cop car A little nervous, my palms start sweating I hope he doesn’t follow me My house is not far Then I see the blue and white lights So I veer to the right Thinking that it’s over, pondering the fee Perfect driving record, now that’s history Thinking cops are stupid for stopping me I was confused, he passed me with a smirk I felt British, I yelled out you bloody jerk My heart is racing, but I had to laugh Now I proceed home with a story to tell I arrive home and turn on the TV Only to find out that that cop had crashed I felt bad, especially when they said he died With a smirk on his face man That’s a lovely story right there, that’s a lovely morning
12.
Never Enough 03:27
When I first started this, I knew nothing about marketing It was a hobby to me, a snotty emcee That will probably be, a lottery pick Nah, that’s a dream, that’s weren’t targeting me The target is he, soft as cupcakes Now he’s the hardest emcee C’mon fam throw your bargain at me Read my bio, I love hip hop I actually free, I’m in school as well, trying to get a degree Yeah, I do poetry, I also held a rosary A tad religious, I have faith for instance I have no club tracks; you want me to dumb down My lyrics for a demo deal, while folks give me the run around I’m not a clown; I want respect not a pound I want to be adored by millions, not be underground I wanna be…everything I can be And I can be everything if I follow the plan G [chorus] 2x Blood, sweat, tears (never enough) Days, months, years (never enough) Pens, pads, mics (never enough) Sites, fights, Christ (never enough) When I first started this I was seventeen Using simple schemes, didn’t’ know the lingo, felt like a dingo Out in the wild, perfected my style To where it is now, now cats show respect when I speak yo I’m in a dream everything seem great In the eyes of Jehovah, yes I’m a soldier Walking with a clean slate, every since Genesis God was Making Da Band, and I didn’t walk for cheesecake We in a digital age, you cheapskates No need to buy albums when they push back release dates Everyone can rhyme, we have a cluttered market I don’t like rap, so I don’t trust this garbage Or indulge in it, flow liquid over beats, telling stories Painting pictures, they say he’s so vivid I’m like Blueprint and RJD2 Teaming up to examine your soul’s position [chorus] 2x
13.
[off the top of the head what a freestyle truly is, no lyrics…embrace the spontaneity]
14.
I yawn then I wake up, I gotta get my faith up Drop knowledge in the form of jewels like Jacob Pray to the maker, my religion is rap Rap’s my religion, you’ll find P spitting at cats Never twisting the fact, I open up my notebook Grip the pen, dent the white sheets so precisely This rap is 24/7 Consisting of different denominations But no one is dominating I have to write more, engage in mic wars Persecuted like Christ, when I walk into white stores Industry trying to commercialize hip hop I’ll die for hip hop, I believe in what I fight for I have a fan base, local though So I network through handshakes controlling this landscape Rap is my religion You best believe that every word that is written Has a purpose for real

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Everyone and their mother has a friggin mixtape. (I heard a couple mom’s that were actually pretty tight. I must admit, pretty tight). Praverb The Wyse releases 15 scriptures from his book of life over a few industry beats as well as original production. This is gospel rap without furious fire and brimstone exclamations or overtly self righteous finger pointing. His voice is pretty human, very easy to listen to. There’s a charm that most rappers don’t have you can hear shining through on, ‘Loving Morning’. Its obvious that this young man has a fair amount of skill, ‘The Gospel is Free’ serves as a nice introduction to this emcee that surely loves this Hiphop thing. The mixtape was released in 2007 and served as an introduction to Center of Attention.

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released January 7, 2008

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Praverb is an emcee that loves to share his trials and tribulations with the world. Praverb's goal revolves around creating music that people can relate to.

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