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The Gospel is FREE 2

by Praverb the Wyse

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Intro 01:03
Sit back and listen, P-Viz will open up Giving you my life, 16 bars is not enough Forget the record biz, they will not notice us Djs wanting cash, the rap game is so corrupt// The game is chopped and screwed, so it's impossible To breakthrough when A & Rs are not approaching us Artistic development, they wanna packaged artist To be signed you have to be attached to a market// Some think rap is garbage, saying flowing sucks I just think the crowd isn't old enough Old enough to see, not old enough to read Old enough to taste, not old enough to believe// So they believe anything on the TV screen Think about video vixens not queens Fixated on fantasies not dreams But I still do this for you and not me//
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Verse 1: (Nametag) Back with heat, Tag body bag a beat That emcee that'll prove I'm that elite Usually stay ahead of those that compete I be on that left expressway traffic speed// Yes indeed, I lyrically stab a track and leave it With an increase and massive bleeding Matter of fact I know that to most rappers I'm a headache I am quite sure it is aspirin needed// Describe me as intriguing Each line is steaming like a pot full of tea gets Your team gets fatigued, going against me And my whole legion, leaving the playing field uneven// Reality show for one season About me succeeding til I'm done breathing I'm a necessary instrument the drum needs me I'm sick I spit mumps and leave chumps feverish// [Chorus] 2x We got the rhymes, we more than stars Hitting competition with a load of bars Attacking the track, Tag and P It's 2010 and we back with heat Verse 2: (Praverb the Wyse) I am in a kill zone, reciting some real poems I won't lead you to death, P is no Jim Jones Seeking my calling, preach when I speak No need to be balling, cause he is no Jim Jones// Untamed beast, loose without a leash On streets I channel the, same emotion of Gemstones No Gemini, men will die, when the pen collides With the pad, leave em' toe tagged unidentified// Cold case, case closed, work the caseload search for higher powers, yes the one that Mase Knows Y'all lying, y'all scratching on that fake nose Treat your face like a vase cause we break those// Walk around with a lion's skin and ape bones Plus we entertain well we strive for great shows You want to collab, well the going rate grows To a large number, what you working late for?// [Chorus] 2x We got the rhymes, we more than stars Hitting competition with a load of bars Attacking the track, Tag and P It's 2010 and we back with heat Verse 3: (Praverb the Wyse) From VA to MI to Corpus Christi Jedi like mind state, the force is in me Brought the torches with me Set your body ablaze The crowd is amazed, they gaze at your crispy corpse// Check it, the odd ball in dodge ball In a dodge car, charged to challenge those in squad cars Eating emcees in an edible form It's P-Viz the Wyse, theoretically born (what)//
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This is natural progression, or natural selection Survival of the fittest, y'all are dim witted You an expert on these social networks So while you waste time I continue to pen lyrics// Advance lyrically, mentally, physically You won't hinder me, from reaching that top spot, that was meant for me I study the mind, I hustle, I grind Ipod shuffles rewinds, y'all not balanced chemically// A psychologist, enduring drama and trauma Witnessed the death of my friends and even my mama A good Samaritan, this Cavalier resides under the great state, represented by a Terrapin// Cj made the beat he resides in Maryland P attacked the beat that Wale destroyed In 2010, I'm back with the heat Took a year off and wack rappers are still employed// 16 Poetical patience, precise, with the penning The sheet is the victim and the pen supplies venom Vindicated, I feel victorious, you dig me Notoriously known for the poems, I'm kind of big see// Retire every day, the plight of a lyricist Should I conform to the norm or let lyrics live? It's more than dope hooks, and vague songs Can I be embalmed with my notebook in the pyramids// Like King Tut, P-Viz has a mean strut No need for me to become angry and sport a mean mug Fans are waiting for hits, P is patient with it It's safe to say, I'm batting cleanup// Shout out to Cj the Genesis, producer slash emcee Had to rock to the beat and add a twist to it The pen game is insane, my brain has been trained To script pain and express the journey to an audience// 32
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Verse 1: (Praverb the Wyse) P spit fire and brimstone, the messiah has been home We can battle, no need to rattle like Jim Rome You not on my level you just like the devil with metal Playing Russian roulette, I'll let you spin chrome// Go ahead send clones, I'm ready for war You show up with pocket knives I got machetes in store Go ahead pull for your heat you stupid to me Expose you foes like entering a pool with a leaf// I'm an adult you sounding quite juvy to me You not influencing me cause your music is weak Think about it, I don't need the ink to mouth it I attack the pad, letting the words sprinkle around it// I'm calling you out, you squirm like an earthworm Involved in a drought I'm the one that peeps keep talking about P the smooth type, I seduce mics 6'4" and unsigned I guess I'm the new hype// Verse 2: (Blame One) Yo, yo I'm a master craftsman, word archaeologist Digging up the spirit deep within, go ahead and follow this Pace, the knowledge to race, my predecessor dead a lesser Rhyme professor, the true pen and paper time investor// In my prime I design the pressure I'm putting emcees under the, I'm the lighting and thunder kind of fresher Than your average mortal from the way I hold the mic I drop jewels, still cuss you out like I was Dolomite// I steady rise, while you rapidly demise While you rappers full of lies, I just build with P the Wyse Enterprise, now enter the eyes of an assassin I move like a samurai slow with no compassion// For the wack I'm attacking cause I flex to win Pass the sword, my son sharpen for your next to kin And it likes that, sorry but it is what it is I stay ahead of these kids and my legacy lives (rock on)// Verse 3: (Theo 3) Yo Forget Captain save a hoe, Dr. take a life, savior like Mary had to look up in the manger twice Say goodnight, BYE BYE, 5 guys afraid to fight Act tough but couldn’t buy Pride if they were Dana White// y’all cats know it’s Pros vs, Joes Lift a JVC, spike TV’s on your toes till you bleed out your nose for foes got flows that aim at your cavalry, average emcee// he be Patrick Dempsey bullets Grey’s Anatomy pull it, names a casualty drop like stock act tough call your bluff and raise y’all like a family top 5 spot think not y’all are fantasy// Cameron D only act up where the cameras be, damage me, please y’all are mellow like Anthony. I’ll put wings on your shoulders no Randall C, Stay humble that’s word to Prince, F#ck Vanity//
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The rhyme version of John Wall, beyond y'all My brain accelerates, while your mind crawls I struggle with hell or heaven, heaven or hell Daily living, sinning, progressing toward my divine call// Call it divinity, call it ability Don't call it a fluke, I rebuke the enemy Chris Johnson like, on the mic, I'm swift Blessed with the gift, I juke those defending me// Adrenaline rush, spit with a boost of energy In the booth, I'm living proof, of the truth, fulfilled to be The highest form of life, I was born to write Won't see me conform to the norms of these sites// I'm better than competitors A bench player outperforming regulars A professional, you amateur You a butter knife, I'm Excalibur I'm Chapelle and you Gallagher So let P bless you..// 16 I'm feeling carefree, hear the snare speak The kick talk behind my back The bass dares me To attack a beat, rip it with the bare teeth The mic was exhausted saying P please spare me// Are you really sure/shure, you won't me to stop it Or do you want to me to go ahead and switch the topic Get you in a trance, like Flatley with the river dance Without the swinging watch, P is hyp-noptic// ...just close your eyes, I will impress them I'm that fresh scent, the game needs to be deodorized A lot of dirty clothes, rap with worth-less flows But P will be heard, open mics and spoken shows// I'm giving you...a reason to rewind Closed eyes, and let the words seep into your mind Visual torch, the words provide a path and grab those who have no reason to be blind// 32 Rex Ryan mind, I'm so defensive Wanting to pursue my goals with low intentions Family members want handouts, they codependent On me, but they don't understand the expenses// They don't understand how much rent is Or the inability to move in the trenches Kenya work ethic with the miles I go the distance Various styles, I'm profound, on this mission// If I could, I would give you my last change All I have is my credit score and my last name A soothing instrumental for my mental Reminisce on good times like when the cash came// Yes it's tax time, I get a rebate That money covers bills three weeks late Girl mad at me, she's wants a clean date Took her to Mickey's D's, now I'm the cheapskate// 48
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Verse 1: (Praverb the Wyse) This is cole in your eye, from closed eyes Ten percent withheld because you owe tithes But me, I hold mine, I’m living in debt Too much death, I wonder if I’m reliving 09’// This is scratch off tickets, lottery picks Another broken ankle for that lottery pick Dreaming big, one day I gotta be rich Snap back to reality, my pockets got lint// This is noodles, instead of spaghetti Birthday parties with nothing but confetti No cake, outside no shine just snowflakes W-2’s sent late saved by a post date// This is food banks feeding the homeless A cheating husband looking to find where home is This is an unemployed rapper who’s passion revolves around finding where the microphone is// [Chorus] 2x There’s a reason I rise, a reason I wake I look to the sky and give thanks for the day I am glad that I’m alive, I make some mistakes I’m lost but somehow I will find my way Verse 2: (CB News) Am I dreaming/hearing fans screaming To keep going, give me a reason Many do fall/ I don’t live in that season Pull my pants up, let’s make it even// I was blind to the ways of the world/had to wake up Had homies try they're hand, and they gave up Had to work that job and even took a pay cut Writing rhymes, trying to live out my destiny// Cooked a full course meal, no recipe Did some bad things and it almost got the best of me If I did right, it would be something left for me We walk a thin line between love and evil// Talk a good game but you fucking the people My 9 to 5 just ain’t for me Will my girl stand there and wait for me The reason i rise, maybe this the way for me// [Chorus] 2x There’s a reason I rise, a reason I wake I look to the sky and give thanks for the day I am glad that I’m alive, I make some mistakes I’m lost but somehow I will find my way Verse 3: (Jo Blunt) The reason i rise is clear as the skies Wit stars in your eyes and bars for the vibes All of our lives have purpose learn that Keep it moving forward don’t turn back// J worm glad intern mob robb Dangerous spit lyrics hot coal heads bob Heads nod when you ask; is this nice? Got a mic jones but I don’t say it twice// Ain’t playing dice but im really on a roll Shout to Praverb cause the homie got soul This is a stroll in the park feeling breeze Yes we will rise much like trees// Or rather seeds with deeds and dreams The pen is a monster that bleeds and screams This is for our kids who know hip hop lives Whose passion is finding where the microphone is// [Chorus] 2x There’s a reason I rise, a reason I wake I look to the sky and give thanks for the day I am glad that I’m alive, I make some mistakes I’m lost but somehow I will find my way
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I'm outspoken dog, not Ying Yang whispering thought I was dope, then I started forming sentences it's not like I was born out of innocence I was born from sin, God made it interesting// I started using my ears, started listening started to open my ears and envision when the world was a nice place and peeps had discipline nowadays they don't, so I'm constantly witnessing// to the streets, over beats, bringing certified head in the church, at your work, you know I'm gonna ride out without a shadow of doubt I stand toe to toe with Satan without calling a timeout// in these rhyme bouts I walk with him cause his word is an uppercut landed on the hardest chin I'm reborn, learnt to talk again to the youth, I get em before they start to sin// in the booth, I spit fire, halt your pens stop writing these words will part you men like Moses, throwing the staff down I'll never back down I'm teaching, I'll never quit this rap now// J is a straitjacket, his word got me strapped down relay this to my kids, it will be passed down to future generations, I spit it, like I'm blazing hot, scorching the block, profound with vocation// I shed myself, toss away the old ancient let Got use me it's time for soul shaping don't wanna be in hell, or in the stove baking don't wanna be frozen, trapped in cold places// I wanna see the pasture, more less an oasis I wanna hold dialogue with some known faces I'm talking...Peter, Daniel, David, Solomon Paul, Abraham, God// Not a mission to mars, but a mission to these stars each line is filled with truth, I spit bars full of wisdom, my vision is not to get applause my vision is to, direct cats towards the light// my vision is not have girls dropping they draws my vision is, to be a teacher, show them what's right
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Verse 1: (Praverb the Wyse) P be rap's soldier, waiting for the passover God is on own level man I'm just a tad lower Seeking his face, people debate Whether he's real or not or if he's leaving this place// Forget the state of hip-hop I have demons to chase This is a neverending war with legions to erase This is hell on earth, I have reasons to escape From these fiery pits, I be surviving this kid// 24/7, born in the belly of the beast like Jonah Built an ark like Noah P-Viz reps Jehovah, you best bare witness To the living truth, I'm not talking about gimmicks// If I don't defeat you then my God will Marching into battle, with armor rocking a cross shield I don't care if you pack uzi's mobster Just remember, no weapon formed shall prosper// [Chorus] It be the GOD... Yes I'm back on my grind I'm showing y'all that we heaven's divine It be the GOD... Still doing my thing Representing for the heavenly king It be the GOD... I'm back with the word Attacking the church, attacking the curb It be the GOD... I gotta fulfill his will Cause if I don't then nobody will Verse 2 (ReUM) I live for Jesus, the one who reigns high Since I stepped out, I’ve never been the same guy Why hide? No longer running like I’m Jonah Listening to God’s word, in tune like I’m Noah// I say Jehovah, he lives inside me Standing up to any man, how could I deny he He made the blind man see, made the crippled man walk Made the deaf man hear, cast out demons for sure// Who woulda’ thought with Christ in me, I could do that Pray to the King so that I will never lose that I will never move back, I stand on the frontline Fellow followers beside and my God deep inside// You can’t tame me eating up the darkness Shining my light everywhere for my Father A light on a hill, gotta’ let the whole world see The one who rose victorious, my G-O-D// [Chorus] It be the GOD... Yes I'm back on my grind I'm showing y'all that we heaven's divine It be the GOD... Still doing my thing Representing for the heavenly king It be the GOD... I'm back with the word Attacking the church, attacking the curb It be the GOD... I gotta fulfill his will Cause if I don't then nobody will
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We. Are not defined by race and creed Many ask me what a racist need All he needs is a pamphlet and information But if we lock hands in unison, then we know that we’re still standing Praverb, Twisted Edge, with a little something that goes over your head [Verse 1] Eagerly calm, never chiefing the bong Tell me about Islam, teach me the Qu'ran (Koran) Teach me about your history, the wars in Iran Tell me about the Taliban, the regime of Saddam Learning about the misery exposed to Jihad I have my own mind, not exposed to the fraud Tell him about Jesus and the soul of a God Pray together for unity, the globe will respond// I don't watch the news because the media lies They toss out the bait straight feeding us lines Waiting for the day when the media dies No need to research, the Wikipedia rise I'm not spitting nonsense, trying to grip your conscience Promoting peace instead of religious conflicts No vanity and sanity in getting pompous I'm fine being smart with a lifted conscious// [Verse 2] People still believe in a master race I still believe in New York, shout out to Masta Ace Moving at a turtle speed, we at a faster pace Work 40 hour weeks, I got cash to make Hit rappers hard with a flow that speaks Rocking shows nationwide to Mozambique Not worried about large guns or large sums I'm broke with small funds, still get the job done// He is no Black Panther, no Skin Head No Crip, No Blood, no label on my head No corny rapper with a deal and dreads His is upright, in a wheelchair, no legs He is flawed perfection, no crooked cop Looking for shots, he does not draw a weapon He has a kind heart, inherit generosity He studies the mind, he studied psychology// [Verse 3] Love will endure when the spirits engage Love will endure despite the minimum wage Spreading to those who are in a prison enslaved Suffering like Job but they still living the day Gandhi said be the change you seek But the change that I seek be the flames that reach The inner core and burn everything within sight We are the same, regardless of our race and creed//
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1Mic 01:11
Hip-hop is in my soul, I am in control Listening to beats while I'm drifting on this road (RODE) Spent hours with the flow see, you bagging groceries A humble man, I'm trying to be JOE MEEK// I want to ensure that I keep it pure to the core Settling the score, remaining sure (SHURE) Rap as well, I have STUDIO PROJECTS Plan to advance and eventually conquest// This game, I'm well trained plus I'm smart It's time to entertain, I'm dedicated to the ART We below the heavens, I feel BLUE and exiled Odd patterns appear throughout the textiles// I'm going for the CROWN, I gotta be king I want to be rich, I need that lottery bling I feel like a new man, over this NEUMANN Zooming, failure is something I'm refusing//
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yeah, yeah, it's your boy, Praverb the Wyse and I've been blessed with the gift ever since I was conceived I've been blessed with the gift for real, you better believe it A legend was born, 01, 07 1982, descended from heaven blessed with a heavenly gift no effort to spit so people want to question the kid doesn't he battle rap, how is he Christian? I diss peeps for fun and still drop wisdom nice off the top, or even with the writtens walk a mile in my shoes, to see how I'm living// I clock in at 2, and get off real late get home, study, and stay online real late my girl is mad at me, naggin' me we been together for three years and never been on a real date ...she thinks that I'm chasing a dream she said, get a better job, start chasing the green I compiled, so I started chasing degrees can't look in the mirror, and face this emcee [Chorus] 2x I was blessed with the gift, I was born to spit listen to the sound, that's a warning kid I was saved by grace, with Christ in my life I can do anything, cause I'm nice on the mic I have no fear like Daniel in the lion's den y'all Matt Millen, surprised by the firing I can't believe, I thought about retiring I look to the word when I want to be inspired when... my faith lacks, I don't spray gats, but I pay taxes I do this for practice ...I want to have the faith of Abraham I don't want to be disappointed like Raider fans// V is for victory, my team's winning I'm a human, at times, I'm still sinning Repent, open my heart, and spill writtens that stop you in your tracks, like still visions I'm Gizmo to y'all, we kill gremlins plus we have problems, real men deal with em' a man by day, emcee at night I got a glow, knowing my inner light shines bright [Chorus] 2x I was blessed with the gift, I was born to spit listen to the sound, that's a warning kid I was saved by grace, with Christ in my life I can do anything, cause I'm nice on the mic P's known for spitting clean, I'll end your dreams with a blade from the guillotine, you fake Philistine Dave to Goliath, I'm slaying you giants who stay defiant, the flow is like a hydrant the beast, I have to let it out in battles you probably get ate/eight like Michael Phelps medal count If I lose, I'll lick the wounds, spit some tunes no need to pull the metal out// over instrumentals, I use my mental come with the tough talk and end up like Kimbo down from a light jab, I'm known to write fast hide my notebook because dudes bite raps y'all are big headed, you seem quite gassed for thinking you can defeat me, you're a weakling It's he, not me, I don't run this I look to the sky, and use God as a compass [Chorus] 2x I was blessed with the gift, I was born to spit listen to the sound, that's a warning kid I was saved by grace, with Christ in my life I can do anything, cause I'm nice on the mic
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007 is here, P-Viz the Wiz, Cold Legistics on the beat what Shout out to Mind Theories and RISEN, you know what I'm saying I'm "God's Son" he came with spiritual wisdom Open up the word, yeah "It Was Written" A long time ago, I was given sight By the man who cleared the skies "Let There Be Light" For all those who claim "Hip Hop Is Dead" All I need is "One Mic" one pad and a pen To keep the lead moving, I will never stop "Represent"ing that real hip hop, I'm not losing// I jot thoughts in my "Book of Rhymes" I walk the straight path I don't look for crime Of course I have "Street Dreams" But If I floss a cat will run up on me Hymning that "Thief's Theme" And think about it man, I'm "Bridging The Gap" Between underground music and what you call wack (2x)// I'm not trying to live the "Glamour Life" I'm just a black man with "Ebonics" working to get his grammar right "It's So Hard" when you live with "The Enemy" Satan breathing down your neck, wanting you to fail So eventually, you have to relocate from the "Danger Zone" To a vacant home, escaping hell "You Came Up" no need for you to blaze that L Or do something stupid and report to jail// You have to "Beware" of these snakes that slither You don't need a big screen to view "The Big Picture" Just keep "Holdin' It Down" controlling your tongue Don't beef because you don't know who's holding a gun You can rap for bucks, sell "Platinum Plus" But conserve your money, don't spend on wacky stuff You can have one lady, no need to be a "Player" Stay focused and always seek your maker "I Used To Love Her" she was my world, my girl now she's knocked up, baby pa is locked up another "Stolen Moment" she was devious; poking a hole in the trojan to trap the previous but she won't get me, I'm blessed with the "Sixth Sense" "G.O.D." given gift to spit scripts so vivid I been straying, I gotta "Testify" these nights aren't spent praying...I'm done playing// I'm so "Hungry" that I need "Food" it's hard to remain "Faithful" when you seek trees and booze, forget it I had "A Dream" I was induced by Christ speech Rocking a white gown, wearing some Nikes Yes I saw "The Light" I was definitely dedicated Took a deep breath, can you feel it "Respiration" I woke up, felt like I learned my lesson I felt like Jesus Christ, resurrected
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Some people wonder if P will ever rap again Is it reality or a simple accident? This is what happens when your freaking passion’s thin And your fed up but I gotta keep my head up// I have a cd out I want y’all to listen I’m mad polite, I shouldn’t have to beg much But the fact is, I feel like a rapping bum With no guest spots because I’m lacking funds// People ask me when the new tracks will come Sitting on albums waiting to get the graphics done I have no budget, I still rock Pro-Keds An old head, who’s tired of pushing that old luggage// I have no stomach, I’m famished to make it I spend nights cramped in the basement With the pen in the left, and music in my right Enchanted by the beats so it’s heaven that I…write//

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The Gospel is FREE 2 is the second installment of The Gospel is FREE series. Hopefully this one will sound more like an album (the last project was presented in a traditional mixtape format). All the tracks are posted and I will eventually post the acapellas and instrumentals from the project.

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released September 6, 2010

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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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