Yo aiiyo people wonderin' where the fuck I been
At the VIP section they ain't lettin' me in
They say; maybe if you had Dr. Dre or Timbaland
They say; a white boy need a black boy to win
Uhh Bubba Sparxx did it and so did Slim
Just Blaze is hot now why don't you get with him
I watch mad rappers bite my shit and blow up
And make millions of what I created, that's tough luck
I first started gettin' coverage around the same time
Steve Stout used to carry kid and placed luggage
I seen rappers turned from sex symbols in hard throbs
To bein forgotten now they out lookin' for jobs
I seen EPMD break up
I seen my little brother Max fall asleep and he ain't never wake up
So when I rhyme listen, seriously
When I spit I'm givin' you the truth clearly who I really be
It's an audio version of reality TV
I had deals from Russell Simmonds to Master P
Even five year old white girls be rappin' today
On the playground like 'go shorty it's ya birthday' (Go, go, go..)

Yo yo yo I seen good days sun rays church sundays
Made love made war been rich been poor
Lost friends lost hoods lost my dough
Seen beef between Bad Boy and Death Row
I seen deceased take the life for my sisters kid
Six months on the earth is what he had to live
I seen Biggie Big L Big Pun pass away
Buffy from the Fat Boys, Jam Master Jay
I mumple 'fore they blew up with Mystikal and Jay-Z
The Neptunes came to see me at D & D
I knew this chick named Norah a lounge singer
A year later she a six Grammy award winner
I seen flatliners I seen cannabisses
I seen Lil Zane see I seen mad misses
You ran through that ten percent disses
I seen A & R's get fired for takin' pisses
Stop whinin' the fuck nobody listens
Who else riskin' they career they stick to be indifferent
Switchin' the tradition stickin' to this shit they really livin'
I don't care what's hittin
Listen this is my fuckin' life that I'm spittin

I made peace with myself now how bout that
I hated life I wanted to die a few years back
I was mentally ill it's hard to come back from that
But I got through it now I got my sanity back
Y'all are like H-B-O fighters get the money and fame
Get beat up like Klitschko and Sugar Shane
Or get beat like Vernon Forrest or Prince Naseem
And you all turn pussy when you get that green
I got love for Havoc from Mobb Deep
When I was broke sleepin' in the street
He hooked me up with a free beat
Alchemist you still my little buddy
Althought you stole that Royce the 5"9 +The King+ beat from me
I ain't down to sign autographs and shake ya hands
I don't want trendy ass followers as fans
I don't wanna sell records, I don't wanna be big
I don't want MTV runnin' up in my crib
I don't wanna be light in the music biz
I don't want fans that don't know who G Rap is

The only song I recognized was a snippet of "Shook Ones" by Mobb Deep in the 4th clip. The others sound very familiar, but it's hard to tell by just the beat.

Thanks!

In reply to this comment by mkone:
*promote

I leap over lies in a single pound
[who are you?]
The black prophet
One day I got struck by knowledge of self
They gave me super scientifical powers
Now I, run through the ghetto
Battling my arch nemesis Mr. Ignorance
He's been trying to take me out since the days of my youth
He feared this day would come
I'm hot on his trail
But sometimes he slips away because he has an army
They always give me trouble
mainly Hatred, Jealousy and Envy they attack me
They think they got me
But I use my super science and I twist all three
I see sparks over that building
They're shooting at me
I dip, do a back flip
Then hit em in the heart with sharp skilled book marks
Ignorance hates when I drop it
But no matta what he do
He can't stop the prophet.

[Yo prophet, yo prophet, come here real quick
Yo I just saw Ignorance down town
Let me put you on. Word, he down there buggin
He got them illing out, the shooting and everything..]

Let's continue the saga, mad, mad drama
I met this chick, she said she knew where Ignorance was at
I said where, she said downtown
He had babies having babies
And young niggas selling crack
I think the bitch is lying it's a set up
I can smell it, but Ignorance is runnig rampid
Aight baby show me the exact spot
Meet me at quick and skimo on the 3 on the dot
So I hops up on the A train, I'm being followed
My seventh sense senses danger
I turn around, it's Anger and he brought a mobb along
It's the same old song
Despair and Animosity got broke with the swiftness
I don't know what they think this is
I feel a sharp pain in my neck
Now I can't see on my hand
They hit me with the dart filled with the pork chops sim
I tried to hold on but before long I dropped
When I awoke I was locked in the barber's shop
Trapped in the barber's chair
Oh no, they're going to try and cut my hair
But that can't stop the prophet

[Yo prophet,
Ignorance is tired of you following him around
We about to put end in out right now.
Anamosity, Despair
Get him]

[Can't a damn thing stop me]

A few minutes passed by I hear a buzzin noise
It was that chick with some of Ignorances' boys
She said prophet we got you beat
By the way I'm Ignorance's wife, Deceit
But enough talk now for your hair cut
When the clippers touched my hair, they blew the fuck up
After the explosion there was no one left
Cause I know them mobb poison hair touch of death
My vision's still kinda blurry, but I see a clue
Ignorance is at the library
I hurry, with lightning speed like the flash
He's at the big one, on Grand, Army Plaz
When I get inside the doors shut and the lights go off
Damn another trap
I hear a hissing sound I smell a funny smell
I gasp, I can't breath
Ignorance is laughing at me
Waiting on my down fall,
But he can't stop the prophet