Beware psychic welfare Upon the mind of innocent men Parasites from beyond our world Have infested invisibly Growing fear inside me erupts Of unknown
Well I, yeah, I'm stuck, I'm a mess Like the stain on your dress I feel like Lady Macbeth Got some pain in my chest Something I can't digest Yeah, I'm
just watch me snake my way along threw the car alarms to a hole in the cameras lens you might be locked up in a golden tower they can throw me out, I'
You'll never have the authority To be in charge of me So don't give me your orders Or your boring commentary Just because you think You're of a
Then hit 'em in the heart with sharp skilled book marks Ignorance hates when I drop it But no matta what he do he can't stop the prophet. Yo prophet, yo prophet
grip he'll lead us Walk with track, the fact are actracecious In fact the raps are packed with facts that teach us Reach us, easily leaves emcees speechless Read from the palm of the non
screams in my ears So many tears, and so many fears, for so many years So many years, as the numbers are revolvin Problem solvin in this crack pot, the spirit's evolvin Prophet
leave him alone, I'll clear this bitch out Shut the fuck up out of the dust and quickly shake that stick Fuck the lust, do you wonder it's non-physical
they stoop, dredging for new dopes to dupe. Plots so blatant yet sublime; fool all the people all the time. False prophets ever lie, of non-existent
In the mouth of the Metropolitan The hustle is hollarin' Beautiful minds grind, grind for the dollarin' Whether dice scholarin' or white collarin' We all taught hustle to prophet
' them chains, poppin' the same And I won't stop, hoggin' the lane, droppin' my game In the distance, hawkin' my style, talkin' loud Non-believers
science Read they styles like a final call So they all fall like the Berlin Wall Create a rivers, more complex then prisms Got shit locked like prisons Non
bond strictly to bitch tissue fissure Yeah, the burn from what I'm worth operation I hate, let's exterminate bandwidths and communicate physically Bezerk non
Don't you know? You're the devil's advocate, Satan's psychotic thought In this dying hour of life The prophetic one leads the non-believers into war,
devotion Will be all you are left with, we will sweep them away Godforsaken Godforsaken Raped holy virgins giving birth to snakes, angels impaled on a million stakes Prophets
Live to obey As they tune into the oracle each day Embedded in the brain of the potentially insane Susceptible to be deceived easily The prophet for
We ride away on apocalyptic bear-horses And disappear as shadows in the forest And disappear as shadows in the forest... [HOOK - Sampled from "OC - Time's Up"] Non-conceptual, non
behold the arrival of the Elohim ..." [IKon the Verbal Hologram] ...Beware the prophecies of the Tarots! Alien Spacecraft flying away like Sparrows! Study the lost prophetic