Lyrics:
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
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
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
erase it
You will know them by their fruits
When it's of God you cannot fake it
(They can't fake it)
Yuh! I tell them false prophets "SIT DOWN"!
Jesus
I make ''em vomit
I stay clean, I'm off that comet
I'm so high, interstellar
I'm a prophet, Nostradamus
Get yah bag up
Before you act up
You need
As broken men exalt in their own ruin
Stand by me, would you love?
As if queen and pawn
White or black both sides attack
Until victory is won
But you must
It's a new day
And all you gossipin backstabbin habitual haters
You're all history (hissss-to-ry)
So you can hate, or hail the Queen (all hail,
Babylon yuh betta turn wi loose
God knows, turn wi loose now
Sing along, a little song
An guh a ting like
Freedom, for some I am bawling
This song is for all the history makers...
Sing it...
Is it true today
That when people pray
Cloudless skies will break
Kings and queens
a microphone within my zone
I'm on my throne, and underground king
Bun B with a trill crown like Pimp C
Say what you say by any means I sew seeds
Before
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
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
tomorrow love sweet by and by
For the child who is coming and for dreams that come true
Sing a song for each other for me and for you
Sing a song for all
got love for my queens this a song to help embrace em’
One time for the ones that need no help to raise em’
One time for the ones that ain’t need no
a word or song,
If I can't show somebody
They are travelin' wrong.
But I know I ain't no prophet
An' I ain't no prophet's son.
I'm just a long time
kind of art it's been for me
Oh a teacher or prophet by pen
Girl but wait, don't get me wrong, I love a good good love song
One that gets me real good,
ain't no false prophet
I just know what I know
I go where only the lonely can go
I'm first among equals
Second to none
The last of the best
You
It's easy to be
A Prophet of Doom
When all your visions
Are full of gloom
Prophet of Doom
Prophet of Doom
One day our world
Will be in ruin
It's easy
mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question
Esther She was an orphan that was raised by her uncle Mordecai Well the king found favor with Esther and raised her to be Queen And this story is just
She grew up in Brooklyn
She grew up in Harlem
She grew up in Bronx
She know she was a queen
She lived in Queens
Oh yeah, oh yeah
But she don't
sing
For lo the days are hast'ning on by prophets seen of old
When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold
When the new heav'n
by off my Granny prayers
I do it for Enid 'cause all my family there
They spoke about competition I'm unaware
I'm GOD's chosen prophet I'm never scared
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
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