Lyrics:
to the target
What you do when you see me
Go kill off all yo prophets
I been feeling flawless
Hang up when they calling
Back up your attack
I get a check just
I was born a man momma put me in a basket
Crocodile sand, sons of Israel died so tragic
Pharaoh killed through the land he wreaking havoc
By
Clairvoyant prophet sees the future
Powered by ancient chants
Mystic knowledge flowing through them
Sacred hierophant
Hallucinations, visions forming
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Mary Jane gotta hold devil wants me dead
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Smoking roaches
lie?
It keeps me up in arms
Where is your soul?
It might be inside of the prophet's cloak
Crying, burning up
And now the writ has come, mobs
There's no end, there's no beginning
To the old man's story
Does he still remember me
From lives gone by
Oh I see his spirit rising
Upon
to men from heaven all gracious
King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing
For lo the days are hastening on by prophets seen
Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By
Joseph Smith, American Moses!
Praise be to Joseph! American prophet man
Ay! My name is Joseph Smith, and I'm going to fuck this baby!
What?!
No no
And I know that I'll never be here again
I won't let it pass me by
Rage against the machine
Against false prophets and kings
So I intensify the sixteen
have changed the blessings of Allah
Into disbelief by denying Prophet Muhammad
And his message of Islam
And caused their people to dwell in the house
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn
The wall
On which the prophets wrote
Is cracking
At the seams
Upon the
Instrument's object
The sunlight
Brightly gleams
Where every
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn
Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By
diamonds and sage
Left alone in confused forest's, enslaved by days
Time keeps on whoring us
Ghetto saviors can't keep ignoring us
Flowers and flames
from different parts of
The country and all over the world
Have different ways of celebrating the
Birth of Jesus Christ
The prophets of old had foretold
Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By the hand
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn
Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By
of all nations for my name's sake
Many shall be offended, betray and hate one another
And many False Prophets shall rise and deceive many
And because
Title: Andreyko The Prophet
Words & Music by: Michael G. Ronstadt
She wrote a letter, to a man and his better
Half of the banter lifted layers
like farts
I'll eat the Prophets' hearts
Her flowing auburn hair
To her I will be fair
For my kids she will bear
And some sex will be there
I grab her by
rate it, world full of critics
The devil pushing the temptations, he up to something
And shouting these psychoactive thoughts to a young prophet
Have
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