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An Inch of Gold for an Inch of Time [EP] (The Number Twelve Looks Like You) · An Inch of Gold for an Inch of Time [EP] (The Number Twelve Looks Like You) · An Inch of Gold for an Inch of Time [EP] (The Number Twelve Looks Like You) · Scrolls of the Prophet: The Best of Peter Tosh (Peter Tosh) · Joseph: A Nashville Tribute to the Prophet (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Prophet: Spider (Negative Flood Cycle) · Death Of The Prophet (Sabreen) · Prophet of the Last Eclipse [Limited Edition] (Luca Turilli) · Dreaming of the Prophet (Patti Smith) · Flimmy and The Prophet (Dread Flimstone) – and 90 other albums »


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Six inch
the root I want the whole damn tree
Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati
Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G...
Since way back I've been
obviously I'm not gonna be here to play games
Walked the top of the world and leave the arctic circle in flames
Battle the beast and false prophet predicted
and try to understand 

How people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man 

I guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back
drivin' reckless and aggressive
Fueled by our false perceptions- our methods need corrections-
Spittin venom in their face and violate the ones we should
they put me in some boxes that say
That I never was, it's the false prophet that never came
And will they think that everything that I written has all
When they put me in some boxes that say
That I never was, it's the false prophet that never came
And will they think that everything that I written has
Defari comes smashing in 

Hook 

Verse 3: 

Everyday is a regiment on a quest to blow settlements 

False prophets come to my door selling false
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
I know since I got my deal and shit got real
I ain't been the easiest nigga to deal with
I'm heavily flawed!
But far from a false Prophet
I'm
the root I want the whole damn tree
Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati
Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G...
Since way back I've been
the guns in
Rumblin' patrolmen tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, die hard fans demand more
Behold
Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns in
Rumblin' patrolmen tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit
with whiskers, I bomb that cat

Alarm that cat, that when we slide through
Abide to the rules that's been laid down by Max
True like Bibles, I'm liable
False prophets cry of doom, what are the possibilities?
I told my brother there'll be problems, times and tears for fears,
But we must live each day like
Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns in
Rumblin' patrolmen tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit
Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns in
Rumblin' patrolmen tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit
Be
False Prophets Cry Of Doom
What Are The Possibilities
I Told My Brother
There'll Be Problems,
Times And Tears For Fears,
We Must Live Each Day
out in swarms that will block the sun. They will kiss the flesh off the bones of those who still choose to follow the false prophets. Join us or forever
fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no
Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns in
Rumblin' patrolmen tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit
Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns in
Rumblin' patrolmen tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit
his headline, both grant 
9 inch rusty splint push through your nose is vent 
Got my eyes on the grand prize, place your bet 
Watch me win it by
Tossing a your bitch you slip we hit now we tossing a clips
Bossing and shit next thing I'm bubling and cavi
cause if the cold world air maxs
All the dubs
God, ain't no time for false prophets
Pullin metaphors out my pocket, I need to stop it
Grab the snake, by his head, make sure when you passin through
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