Lyrics:
of a prophet between his shoulder blades
In a cave in mount Hira the revelation came
Read O Muhammad read in Allah's name
May the blessings of Allah be
The same moon
The same star
Gazed right down at
Rasululllah
They saw him climb
Down from Hira
Now a Prophet a Messager
And in the sky was Angel
You bitches ain't hood
Not even slightly
Ima prophet to your nigga
Got him on his knees nightly
All bark and no bite
You bitches talking never
me
Imma prophet seed
I'm at rocket speed
God said imma die by His hand
I cannot fear no man
I they get it than I can
Show me to the promise land
He
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Hoe, I gotta my Prophet Posse right behind me
Throw a chump
and run a man through da crowd
He gonna give me sumthin
Brap Rap my niggas
Introspection, why have all the prophets lied?
There's a season when I will find out where I am
And there's a reason, and I will someday find the plan
Tripled by
inadvertently to make a daily profit
Aiming to be, a new technology prophet
I deposit funds, into revolutionary projects
As a human with a vision who's invested
a stalker
I'm a stalker I'm a stalker
I'm a stalker I'm a stalker
False Prophets walking in the night standin by the lake
Waiting for a saint
We gon seal ya
To the poor I pour in on in metaphors
Not bluffin', it's nothin'
That we ain't did before
We played you stayed
The points made
You consider it done
By
and the
Visions tend to give it vivid images of risen prophet
This shit's for my witches and goblins
You imprisoned by the prism, quit wishin' for problems, huh
of a prophet between his shoulder blades
In a cave in mount Hira, the revelation came
Read, oh Muhammad, read in Allah's name
May the blessings of Allah be
damaged nerves incinerate
Too close to turn back by now
should've loved me from a distance
Red giant rapture
Engulfed from afar
Self-fulfilled prophet
Yo yo yo
They want that hot shit
I am Born with more drip
Then the tropics
A Prophet telling my Premonitions poetically
You Not Sick huh
Well why you
Amerika, the grave
Beacon nation built by slaves
Desecrated sacred land
Put the devil in command
No I don’t even know
What’s left to save
Yo yo yo
They want that hot shit I am born with more drip than the Tropics
A Prophet telling my premonitions poetically
You not sick Huh well why you
On The cnarchy Supplied
By The Cause Of The Shadow Hand
Insiders Speak Of Inside Knowledge
Demonic Prophets cre Upon Us
Seeking Profits cnd To Dominate Commerce
my baby pics
Got my arms crossed head bigger than an alien
If I said a prophet had gotten his divination
The pyramids were made by people who melanated
Samuel One,two
Ramah's priest, Shiloh's prophet, Hannah's child, Elkanah's son
Weaned and raised on that's sacred, groomed to be God's chosen one
I'm not a prophet
The writings just righteous
I'm trynna ripen up my pen
Setting the bar by building a bar
I'm trynna fill Rikers with my shit
Kinda
An' I ain't too big to tell,
If she broke my heart a single time,
She broke it ten or twelve.
I walked and talked all by myself,
I did not tell no
oh, gosh
To the promised land, whoa
To the promised land, well
There's plenty of land for you and I, by and by
Lots of food to share for everyone
No
I left my anger in a river running highway 5
New hampshire, vermont, bordered by
College farms, hubcaps, and falling rocks
Voices in the woods
nine ether represent right here, check it out
This once in a lifetime like a Halley's comet
Yo, we bring it to Medina like the prophet Mohammed
There will be a day when evilness will triumph over goodness
That hatred will travel aboard beasts guided by moralists
The end has begun
It will be
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