I'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come I'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket y'all You see it started way back in NYC When I stole my first rhyme from
Oh yo look towards the darkness Nah nah yo look towards the light Yo what! Oh what the? Yo what is that? It's a supernova Nah nah man that's a black hoe Yo yo yo Yo it's it's it's I leap over lies in a single pound (Who are you?) The black prophet On
ELDER PRICE You all know the Bible Is made of testaments old and new You've been told it's just those two parts, Or only one if you're a Jew. But what if I were to tell you – There's a fresh third part out there Which was found by a hip new prophet W
(Tricky) I can't relax I need to meditate. Yeah, I'll make 'em wait. (x2) Time moves in numbers, I count the summers, direct the drummers. Tell me you don't feel nothing, Would you like to ride on my train, or Would you like to drink from my vein? My
I am not a king, you're not a prophet I hear all these words you speak why don't you steal their soul? My body's breaking, from the hearts you choked now I'm left contemplating all the things you said when you inspired me. Do you remember me? Place y
A long time ago. An old man of this hills. Believed that had visions of the future. Filling the minds of fear. Some of his followers gave their treasures. To know about his future. Magic sphere of power, With the visions of the soon dawn. Showing the
"Little Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet John" (feat. Norah Jones) (Stuart) What a waste, I could've been your lover What a waste, I could've been your friend Perfect love is like a blossom that fades so quick When it's blowing up a storm in May Travel s
[Metallica Cover] Life it seems, will fade away Drifting further everyday Getting lost within myself Nothing matters no one else I have lost the will to live Simply nothing more to give There is nothing more for me Need the end to set me free Things