Lyrics:
A thousand times a prophet
A New York City prophet
They lie there all forgotten
I wonder who will hear them next
Well it won't be me and it
Well Prophet, it seems like you're in a bit of a jam
I hope you can unstick yourself
Oh, and what you did to my wife
It was nothing, I have others
then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Get your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Put your face
a prophet
Johnny Boy is back boys
Gotta make some fat noise
Find me in the Walmart isle
Playing with the cat toys
Saying that I'm back is a metaphor
Back
I'm a mutha fuckin prophet
A mutha fuckin prophet
I can see the future
We're at the end of the world
Cause i'm a prophet
I see the devil i see god
I
lost and think they're found!
My prophets go round and round and round
People are lost and think they're found!
My prophets go round and round
Fire burn all a dem false prophets inna di temple of di Most high
Exploiting the ignorant masses
Lakka Jeremiah di Most High send me as a Prophet
with madness? The prophet stared at his crystal ball
Can I play with madness? There's no vision there at all
Can I play with madness? The prophet
with madness? The prophet stared at his crystal ball
Can I play with madness? There's no vision there at all
Can I play with madness? The prophet
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my
Thugs from Pro-Prophet the Posse I'll give em a reason to duck
What's up to my gangsta bitches chargin
We are the prophets and sages of now free from fear we're heaven-bound,heaven-bound
We are the prophets and sages of now free from fear we're
We are the prophets and sages of now free from fear we're heaven-bound,heaven-bound
We are the prophets and sages of now free from fear we're
Chorus x3
Black motherfucker
Prophet posse my nigga
Give that 45 (when the stereo'pumpin')
Black motherfucker
Prophet posse my nigga
Is, is my
Intro:
>Well Prophet
>It seems like you're in a bit of a jam
>I hope you can unstick yourself Oh
>And what you did to my wife
>It was
Yeah we bad, prophets is back on the battlefield
Look at the swag, all uh these heathens be mad at me
Am ready to teach, but they talking too loud
I'm the false prophet
I'm the false prophet
I'm the false prophet
I'm the false prophet
I am the heretic raised by my arrogance
Stumbling, fumbling
I'm the profits prophets and I don't know know know what I should do
I'm wasting my time and money money like a fool
I'm the profits prophets I was
From the lips of a child prophet drips the mead of poetry
Wisdom overflowing through my childlike creativity
From the lips of a child prophet drips
So, I am Suicide The Prophet's number one fan, actually
I know the words to every single one of the songs, including Suicide The Prophet
Look my time
I'm not a prophet
But I know what I'm doing
Rappers get shot
But they're not on zoom
Make no profit
But I might do soon
The key is that if I had
of bone, greet the old
Prophet prophet
Where's the manifest of fire?
Prophet prophet
See, his eye is made of stone
Always staring at the sun
Prophets: Awaken my cube of darkness
Cronus: A gap is to overrun
Prophets: Awaken my cube of darkness
Cronus: Infect this distant star
Prophets
their face
Don't need no key to unlock this door
Gonna break down the walls
Break out of this bad place
Can I play with madness?
The prophet stared
I, leap over lies in a single bound (Who are you?)
The Black Prophet
One day I got struck by Knowledge of Self
It gave me super-scientifical powers
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