Lyrics:
We yellin' "9-1-1", the paramedics ensue
So in this game of fake news, nigga, we know what's the truth
Can't be misled by false prophets out here
Heaven came and kissed the earth
Prophets long ago foretold His birth
He became the living word
To show the human heart its worth, oh oh oh
muckt
Dann kommt LAK und er taucht nie wieder auf
Unser Prophet für Satire missbraucht
Unser Aussehen für Täterprofile missbraucht
Von Terroristen,
„I only recall Jeremiah's warning of false prophets
They fill you with false hopes
They speak visions from their own minds“
Gotta killin' 'em,
Chaos is the component of every day
I'm self-indulgent
With different points of view
I've tied up the prophet,
& Heard what I wanted it to say
your prophet your muse or your comedy
Tragic endings sad defeats
A monument to the guilty
They brought this disease
The truth never sleeps
Cold
In the womb
A sea of vomit
Nurturing the false prophet
His mouth of blasphemy
Spreading forth the creed of the infidels
His spit
he will fly too high and for that he must die
Those unsung prophets and dead messiahs will fall
We choose to live in this darkened cave, far, far
authors, true leaders
Kings with no crown or simple human beings
They lived and died here they are always among us
Those unsung prophets and dead
prophets, no more heroes
No more lessons please
Now I see, the question to all answers
Will only bring me to my knees
And back to zero
And gather yourself for the climb
Long live the King
Love live his bride
Farewell the prophet
The thorn in our side
Put on your finery
Prepare the feast
Legion
We want blood from the nun's neck
We will snatch the heart of this false prophets
We are start to fight against God
We will destroys
makes the point stick
If I'm bleeding don't stop it, it's more than a prophet, it's my life.
Lately it's crazy, the sweating, the freezing
And I change
seyaphuma efesheneni I’m off it
Talking money when you ain't getting none of it
MP’s number one prophet
And your crew is nothing but an NGO none profit
They
was lying yeah
Fuck what they talking about we lay them out
We bout to make movies like this shit paramount yeah
Tired of false prophets and false
Ewig wär schöner, doch meistens ein Traum
Die Sommer vergehn und leer
Ist der Raum
Irgendwo wartet ein neuer Prophet
Der ewigen Liebe
Bis dann auch
my eyes ahead
And wait upon the wind of goodbye
It will blow your tears away
Across the war torn border
Long before I saw her face
Came a prophet from
that horn, start celebrating
Right this way, your table's waiting
No use permitting some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away
Life is
sprawdzam
Columbo na niebieskich światłach ruchy obczaja
You can't stop the prophet like Jeru The Damaja
Looking for myself i don't even know the purpose
faucets and old new york prophets
call to life lost souls in the pipes
Ashen faces solemnly pacing
past headboard made of carpet and lice
pigeon people
more and more
so I give them all they need
cause I'm a prophet and a cheat
all my tales of love and pain
and how we're humans, we're all the same
I
they never recognize
No prophet is accepted in his hometown
I'm gonna die after this cruel party
Pretend to mingle with other guests, I'm pretty high
I
do you think you're some kind of prophet, or something?
there is serenity
At the time appointed the world shall perish
Hope for hereafter's success is what we cherish
To show the way He sent prophets to guide
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