Lyrics:
Geld zahlt unsre Religion, der Prophet heißt
talked so sweet but the love's not true
Listen little man, I'm higher than a prophet, yea
I'm looking for a man in a big black jacket, yea
I
watch it nigga
What's the gossip nigga?
Wanna step up to that bridge, you better cross it nigga
Feeling like this the prophesy and I'm that prophet
Reaching over
Life to life
Feeling sugared skin
My poor baby
Kissed him so
Too ashamed to lift his chin
A voice is speaking
He's the prophet
lovin' it cause I'm God sent
Ever since a kid, I was never one to gossip
So watch how you talkin' when you talkin' to them prophets, nigga
clearly they are not on my level
I'm a prophet, a rebel, obviously ghetto
Cockin' my metal, autograph signer
When I stop at Valero, had a 12 year old kid
the trash beneath your feet.
Chorus
Call him a Messiah,
Or just another clown,
But somethin' about
The Trash Can Prophet
Always leads me
of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
Obeying worthless idols
The prophets prophesied
Manifesting omens
Delusions of their minds
Claiming total wisdom
Knowledge from above
Ordained
Niggas know the name call me Ayu
Don't take that shit in vain like my prophet Jesus
I'm a new age nigga Christ shit no news
Im raising up indigos
of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
fuck your TV
A rasta, no dreadlocks, a God's son, no Satan
A prophet, learn lessons, you prosper, live fearless
'Cause we never gon die
Got these
of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
Lightning proclaims! The Earth is in flames
Violence begins as our gods ascend
Thrown on a pyre, it's mythos inspired
Fading away, the prophet
Liars, false prophets
Cowards, holy whores
Destroy your sickening dogmas
Clerical scum!
Decayed dreams of heaven
His blood shed in vain
quidditch game
Someday you'll read
(Maybe in the Daily Prophet)
About Ron and Hermione
(Behind the Whomping Willow)
Death Eaters can try to fight
Perfection,
We cannot live as prophets
We cannot sleep tonight
Given life's breath
Everyday's a privilege
Nipping at our heels
Attempting to lead
wallow in the flames
As you watch your false prophets die
I will never leave my doctrine
The truth shall set you free
Fallow unto me there is truth in my
teaches me the will of God.
He teaches me the will of God. Christ teaches me the will of God.
How is Christ your prophet?
John 15:15, He teaches me
the death that makes your life seem good.
I am the pain that brings you close to God.
I am the prophet warning of the flood.
I am the answer you
the heretics
Prophecy is gonna rock the heretics
Prophecy is gonna rock the heretics
Prophecy is gonna kill the prophet
One hundred tons of hellfire,
unholy jism
Goat of mendes Ahriman
carnal inspirer and lord
Infernal prophet
The scent of her hymen
potent and pure presents
temptation beyond
the prophets of light
WeÂ'll free you from the darkness
Of lonely nights
Every night we fight
To do the right for you
We hope you know
What you have to do
Give
sickness
Demented prophets polluting nonstop
Industrial sickness, industrial sickness
Destroying creatures, misleading preachers
Industrial sickness,
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