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Cry of the Prophets (Chris Thomas King) · Prophets of Doom (Pro-Pain) · Prophets, Seers & Sages: The Angels of the Ages (Tyrannosaurus Rex) · Cry of the Prophets (Chris Thomas) · The Prophets (Alpha Blondy) · Prophets, Seers & Sages: The Angels of the Ages (Tyrannosaurus Rex) · Roadside Prophets (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Prophets, Seers & Sages: The Angels of the Ages (Tyrannosaurus Rex) · Prophets, Seers & Sages: The Angels of the Ages (Tyrannosaurus Rex) · The Prophets (Alpha Blondy) – and 90 other albums »


With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like
From the pages of the prophets
He stepped out into the world
And walked the earth in lowly majesty
For He had been creator

A creature now was
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like
lyrics for connection
Rhyme injection, rhythm perfection
Brain selection, has protection

My reflection, shines
Triple times your eye, invisible
I
rhymes
Two MCs can't occupy the same space at the same time
It's against the laws of physics
So weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics
Rap
way 
No time to hear what another brother might say 

Why sell a capsule of crack I don't have to 
I rhyme and sign million dollar contracts
for a king
By the time we got to arizona

Tommorrows a long time
We got god on our side
Over bass and drum beats hear the good rhymes ride
A poison goin
ready to drop it 
From the mind which is one of Allah's best designs 
And mines'll stand the test of time, when I rhyme 

[Repeat: x2]
The 18th
and Gomorrah strong arm of the law 
Guilty of all crimes I be like the great prophet 
Isalah predict yout fall over 150 times 
Got rhymes that you could never
kind of art it's been for me
Oh a teacher or prophet by pen
Girl but wait, don't get me wrong, I love a good good love song
One that gets me real good,
Pages were written turn yellow the age of the rhyme
Sadly confused by us with the passing of time
Oh no I tell you no lie no madman am I
Give me
Squeeze the trigger
  
Rampage on stage,my crews in a rage
Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge
Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin'
[Grym Reaper]
I want a queen on every continent
So I can escape the government
Flee my residence, settle in
I'm militant minded, brilliant rhyme whiz
ain't an idiot my nigga they all preaching the same
I'm the reincarnation of a king long gone
Gods songs hidden in verses written out by the lord
ain't an idiot my nigga they all preaching the same
I'm the reincarnation of a king long gone
Gods songs hidden in verses written out by the lord
actually, I'm everywhere at every time
Animating every rhyme and every dare in every mind
KRS is my representative on Earth
Challenge him not, he's been
he a prophet or is he Satan?
But the tree is only known by it's fruit, what am I creating?
What am I stating? Have I stood the test of time?
Or am I
give ya, a fresh rhyme, maybe
Sealed and delivered, by me
The manufacturer
Straight out of Attica, I come after ya
And if ya run, I have to damage ya
prophets of rhyme paralyze the superficial
Spoonfed James which we reprimand the media commands
Propaganda enough times and you begin to believe recycled
rhymes in your direction
Select and direct with a style in my selection
Composed, conducted by the king of cut
This beat is kinda brutal so just move
weed from a Russian
I remember when I used to rhyme for next to nothin'
I got so much ta offer every time I tell you somethin
I'mma bout ta drop it,
kids speakin' 'cause it's naturally in us
But the false prophets by tellin' us we born sinners
Venders of hate, got me battlin' my own mind state
shine before ya'll time
I been outside when T La Rock invented rhymes
When dinner time and BBS’s on tinted Saab’s was getting robbed
I'm 20 in, still
some protection
I thought by now that you have learned your lesson
I`m stressin points and slammin all joints you call the real shit
Correct shit, you