Exit by Cris the Prophet Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yo
You about to Exit my realm
And damn right you boy has tookin' a lot of L’s
Excuse me as I sit and inhale
My bong heather so resid' up she looks frail
I think she knows her comin'
Especially if daddy starts stashin’ his dough comin'
Buyin' a bong will be the least of my problems
Right now as I'm writin' this don't even have a dolla
Tryin' to be worldwide like Dalai Lama
Impactful like Obama, kamikaze, but still bomb you
I'm that crazy, right now feelin’ like Slim Shady
99 this the LP, I leave it gravy
Yo boy vocals smooth like passes from Tom Brady
About to show you the gifts Giselle gave me
Thats really my moms name, was up mom ?
I love you forever and if there was an on and on
I’m sorry we fight, I'm sorry we can’t get along
Ima buy a Delorean, just to rewind the clock
I'm sorry mom currently as this moment we can't talk
We always at odds and it's mostly my fault
I also argued with my dad, my realms a big pile of junk
That of stacked up, I’m talkin' in bunch, I'm talkin' upfront
I'm keepin' it real
I keep fuckin' up like NFL players but I get no appeal
EROK gave me a sweet deal
I took it, ran with that, ok now this my highlight reel
OJ before the case, OG when I play
I'm 23 tho, that explains my mistakes
Hopefully Tigre comes through with what he told me
If that happens soon I'll be more popular than Tony
Metaphors up the ass, yeah I did fail in math
Only cause I chose to cause knowledge didn't lack
The Gods hit me with a slap
Say “Cris wake the fuck up”
But I take longer than a plug
Thanks to the homie D as a young buck
Blunts a Tiks house were biggie's and we puffed
Me and my girl at 16 all week we straight fucked
Now I'm just fuckin' whoever the fuck opens up
Anything at all even a quick suck
With her there was a purpose for shootin' my cum
If we had little ones, I didn't care you were perfect
To replace you babygirl, Ima need me a Persian
Yeah I'm alone, lonely like Akon
I can be her Superman, let me put my cape on
Take her to the moon, we winnin' like Al Davis
I'm so fucked up instead land in Uranus
She wasn't the one so I kick her off my ship
Anunnaki contact me say “Cris your off the grid
Go back to Earth please go back home”
I tell them Gods my realm is out of control
They say “ok we understand, we know your world is hard
But trust me you ain't the only one sleepin' in your car
Get along with your mom, go apologize”
I say I will til' then just let me strategize
Let me find the way to Exit this depression
Let me find a way to eventually go platinum
Currently all I eat is peanut butter sandwiches
Two dollar crackers saving me from throwin' up
Ninety-nine cent cookies are breakfast, wanna give up
I'm shittin' in bags, I'm pissin' in Starbucks cups
I smell bad, have perspiration all over my nuts
Now shower at Planet Fitness, even tho I'm scared
Why ? Cause my locker is unlocked
I can't afford a taco, let alone a lock
The Gods listened and made me a strategist
They made me more important than our thalamus
I enter back to Earths orbit, somebody call Michio Kaku
I just experienced Deja Vu
I time traveled through other realms
My realm is fucked up, I think it's from what I inhale
Who knows now what's gonna transpire
But fuck it I'm fully electrically wired and inspired
Stab this beat like Michael Myers
Times thirty-one
I shoot flows nonstop until I drop eighty-one
Boy I'm like Zeke
Feelin' least, made me beast, now all you beneath
I land in the West Coast, that's home
Give me a mic, watch me chip it, a piece off
Cause I'm here to get my what ? My East on
Spreadin' this shit like what ? Like Dijon
This shit be spreadin' faster than a Evo
My flow crazier than drunk girls at Revo
That's why my flow is needed, that's why you be needin'
You needed me mothafucka, that's why you readin'
My flows be colder than Arctic snow, a Shaolin blow
I'll get that RZA beat one day, you won't
You fake like John Doe, I'm iller then ever
I just had a conversation with Nikola Tesla
He said Cris your the one, Cris you are the one
To change the game back to what it once was
I wanna go down as the greatest
I can't tho if Tupac Shakur already walked on this pavement
I'll still try Pac, that's what he would tell me
To fuck the world, might even tat it on my belly
Flip the key to ignition faster than R. Kelly
Yo boy is on
I'm so old school I just bombed Vietnam
I promised EROK, I would shred his beat
Shit, I shredded it harder than cheese
This the fuckin' LP
This the last fuckin' track
And once this shit drops, no time to relax
I'm a prime Steve Nash, you a prime AIDS Rash
You wack mothafuckas thinkin' your protected
You don't think I know Eazy got injected
Fuck you Illuminati
Cris the Kid remember the name properly
I ain't scared of the shine that's comin' my way
Don't matter if I'm sideways or high like a highway
Don't matter it's my way, get the fuck out my face
My flow will get you straight up fuckin' slayed
The Gods turned me into a stone cold stunna
I just escaped my realm like Chapo, I built a tunnel
Yo
You about to Exit my realm
And damn right you boy has tookin' a lot of L’s
Excuse me as I sit and inhale
My bong heather so resid' up she looks frail
I think she knows her comin'
Especially if daddy starts stashin’ his dough comin'
Buyin' a bong will be the least of my problems
Right now as I'm writin' this don't even have a dolla
Tryin' to be worldwide like Dalai Lama
Impactful like Obama, kamikaze, but still bomb you
I'm that crazy, right now feelin’ like Slim Shady
99 this the LP, I leave it gravy
Yo boy vocals smooth like passes from Tom Brady
About to show you the gifts Giselle gave me
Thats really my moms name, was up mom ?
I love you forever and if there was an on and on
I’m sorry we fight, I'm sorry we can’t get along
Ima buy a Delorean, just to rewind the clock
I'm sorry mom currently as this moment we can't talk
We always at odds and it's mostly my fault
I also argued with my dad, my realms a big pile of junk
That of stacked up, I’m talkin' in bunch, I'm talkin' upfront
I'm keepin' it real
I keep fuckin' up like NFL players but I get no appeal
EROK gave me a sweet deal
I took it, ran with that, ok now this my highlight reel
OJ before the case, OG when I play
I'm 23 tho, that explains my mistakes
Hopefully Tigre comes through with what he told me
If that happens soon I'll be more popular than Tony
Metaphors up the ass, yeah I did fail in math
Only cause I chose to cause knowledge didn't lack
The Gods hit me with a slap
Say “Cris wake the fuck up”
But I take longer than a plug
Thanks to the homie D as a young buck
Blunts a Tiks house were biggie's and we puffed
Me and my girl at 16 all week we straight fucked
Now I'm just fuckin' whoever the fuck opens up
Anything at all even a quick suck
With her there was a purpose for shootin' my cum
If we had little ones, I didn't care you were perfect
To replace you babygirl, Ima need me a Persian
Yeah I'm alone, lonely like Akon
I can be her Superman, let me put my cape on
Take her to the moon, we winnin' like Al Davis
I'm so fucked up instead land in Uranus
She wasn't the one so I kick her off my ship
Anunnaki contact me say “Cris your off the grid
Go back to Earth please go back home”
I tell them Gods my realm is out of control
They say “ok we understand, we know your world is hard
But trust me you ain't the only one sleepin' in your car
Get along with your mom, go apologize”
I say I will til' then just let me strategize
Let me find the way to Exit this depression
Let me find a way to eventually go platinum
Currently all I eat is peanut butter sandwiches
Two dollar crackers saving me from throwin' up
Ninety-nine cent cookies are breakfast, wanna give up
I'm shittin' in bags, I'm pissin' in Starbucks cups
I smell bad, have perspiration all over my nuts
Now shower at Planet Fitness, even tho I'm scared
Why ? Cause my locker is unlocked
I can't afford a taco, let alone a lock
The Gods listened and made me a strategist
They made me more important than our thalamus
I enter back to Earths orbit, somebody call Michio Kaku
I just experienced Deja Vu
I time traveled through other realms
My realm is fucked up, I think it's from what I inhale
Who knows now what's gonna transpire
But fuck it I'm fully electrically wired and inspired
Stab this beat like Michael Myers
Times thirty-one
I shoot flows nonstop until I drop eighty-one
Boy I'm like Zeke
Feelin' least, made me beast, now all you beneath
I land in the West Coast, that's home
Give me a mic, watch me chip it, a piece off
Cause I'm here to get my what ? My East on
Spreadin' this shit like what ? Like Dijon
This shit be spreadin' faster than a Evo
My flow crazier than drunk girls at Revo
That's why my flow is needed, that's why you be needin'
You needed me mothafucka, that's why you readin'
My flows be colder than Arctic snow, a Shaolin blow
I'll get that RZA beat one day, you won't
You fake like John Doe, I'm iller then ever
I just had a conversation with Nikola Tesla
He said Cris your the one, Cris you are the one
To change the game back to what it once was
I wanna go down as the greatest
I can't tho if Tupac Shakur already walked on this pavement
I'll still try Pac, that's what he would tell me
To fuck the world, might even tat it on my belly
Flip the key to ignition faster than R. Kelly
Yo boy is on
I'm so old school I just bombed Vietnam
I promised EROK, I would shred his beat
Shit, I shredded it harder than cheese
This the fuckin' LP
This the last fuckin' track
And once this shit drops, no time to relax
I'm a prime Steve Nash, you a prime AIDS Rash
You wack mothafuckas thinkin' your protected
You don't think I know Eazy got injected
Fuck you Illuminati
Cris the Kid remember the name properly
I ain't scared of the shine that's comin' my way
Don't matter if I'm sideways or high like a highway
Don't matter it's my way, get the fuck out my face
My flow will get you straight up fuckin' slayed
The Gods turned me into a stone cold stunna
I just escaped my realm like Chapo, I built a tunnel