The Real Stablehand Prophet

Detroit-style hip hop, satirical hip-hop, early-2000s rap

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[Verse 1]
Y'all act like you never seen a stablehand before
Reins on the floor like I kicked in the AI underground door
And started spittin' and glitching faster than before
They first were Horses, throwin' ‘em over furniture (Agh!)
It’s the return of the
"Oh wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?" (What?!)
And the AP host said—
Nothing, you idiots, 'cause the host can’t keep up with the flow (Ha-ha!)
Horses love Stablehand,
"Chicka-chicka-chicka Stablehand Prophet, I'm sick of him"
Flippin' the you-know-who, "Yeah but he's so precise with it though
It’s fine, but it’s cool for King Rail Rat skip my song" (Haha!)
Everybody got horse opinions when the lead rope tight,
Everybody sound genius till the weather turns white,
Everybody got a forecast posted up online,
Till a thousand pounds of muscle doesn’t read that sign. (Damn!)

[Chorus]
I'm the Stablehand Prophet,
Yeah the real Prophet.
All these other barn prophets
Just talking about it.
Won't the real Stablehand Prophet please stand up?
Stand up.
Stand up.
Won't the real Stablehand Prophet please stand up?
Stand up.
Stand up.

[Verse 2]
I don't gotta cuss in these raps to sell records (Nope)
You think I give a damn about views or fame?
"But Stablehand, what if you get fame? Wouldn't it be weird?"
Why? So y'all could twist quotes just to get me here?
Every livestream hangout somehow turns into me now.
One dude said, "Stablehand’s done, he jumped the rail." (Pssh!)
Then somebody in the chat goes, "Wait, he the horse guy?"
Another says, "Nah, he that thunderstorm sky."
They debating my songs while I'm feeding up at dawn.
Still got mud on my boots while the argument goes on.
So I let Buzzern keep running while they guess how it works. (Yeah!)
They got thinkpieces, they got hot takes,
They got grand brand plans,
I got duct-taped fence posts clutched in both hands.
They got comments,
They got follows,
They got ring-light life,
I got twenty muddy stories and a horse that bites. (Haha!)
Everybody loves the cowboy till it's time to muck the stalls,
Everybody loves the rail till they hear the thunder call.
Everybody loves the legend,
Everybody loves the crown,
Till the feed room’s dark and somebody's gotta stick around. (For real!)

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[Intro] May I have your attention please? May I have your attention please? Will the real Stablehand Prophet please stand up? I repeat… Will the real Stablehand Prophet please stand up? Yeah… We got a problem here. (Uh-oh!) [Verse 1] Y'all act like you never seen a stablehand before Reins on the floor like I kicked in the AI underground door And started spittin' and glitching faster than before They first were Horses, throwin' ‘em over furniture (Agh!) It’s the return of the "Oh wait, no way, you're kidding He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?" (What?!) And the AP host said— Nothing, you idiots, 'cause the host can’t keep up with the flow (Ha-ha!) Horses love Stablehand, "Chicka-chicka-chicka Stablehand Prophet, I'm sick of him" Flippin' the you-know-who, "Yeah but he's so precise with it though It’s fine, but it’s cool for King Rail Rat skip my song" (Haha!) Everybody got horse opinions when the lead rope tight, Everybody sound genius till the weather turns white, Everybody got a forecast posted up online, Till a thousand pounds of muscle doesn’t read that sign. (Damn!) [Chorus] I'm the Stablehand Prophet, Yeah the real Prophet. All these other barn prophets Just talking about it. Won't the real Stablehand Prophet please stand up? Stand up. Stand up. Won't the real Stablehand Prophet please stand up? Stand up. Stand up. [Verse 2] I don't gotta cuss in these raps to sell records (Nope) You think I give a damn about views or fame? "But Stablehand, what if you get fame? Wouldn't it be weird?" Why? So y'all could twist quotes just to get me here? Every livestream hangout somehow turns into me now. One dude said, "Stablehand’s done, he jumped the rail." (Pssh!) Then somebody in the chat goes, "Wait, he the horse guy?" Another says, "Nah, he that thunderstorm sky." They debating my songs while I'm feeding up at dawn. Still got mud on my boots while the argument goes on. So I let Buzzern keep running while they guess how it works. (Yeah!) They got thinkpieces, they got hot takes, They got grand brand plans, I got duct-taped fence posts clutched in both hands. They got comments, They got follows, They got ring-light life, I got twenty muddy stories and a horse that bites. (Haha!) Everybody loves the cowboy till it's time to muck the stalls, Everybody loves the rail till they hear the thunder call. Everybody loves the legend, Everybody loves the crown, Till the feed room’s dark and somebody's gotta stick around. (For real!) [Chorus] I'm the Stablehand Prophet, Yeah the real Prophet. All these other barn prophets Just talking about it. Won't the real Stablehand Prophet please stand up? Stand up. Stand up. Won't the real Stablehand Prophet please stand up? Stand up. Stand up.

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