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I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket to come
I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket y'all

You see it started way back in nyc
When I stole my first rhyme from the m-I-c
At a west end avenue at 63
It's a beginning of a leap year february '96
Play the guitar picked it up in the mix
I committed to the licks
Like a nickel bag 'o tricks
Oh, well
Look at me now
Look at me now
Look at me now now now now

I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket to come
I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket y'all

Well then you never da never da guess
What I been been been
And I have no regrets
that I bet My whole checking account
Because it all amounts to nothing up in the end
Well you can only count that 'On the road again'
Will soon be on my radio dial
And I'll be paying close attention to the willie nelson style
Like a a band of gypsies on the highway wild
As I'm a one-man mission on the califoria skyline
Drive up the coast, I brag and I boast
Because I'm picking up a pace
That make you tire like 'space ghost'
Raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most
But my cruise control's on coast
Cause I'm tourin' around the nation on extended Vacation
See I got elsa the dog who exceeds my limitation
I say, 'I like your style, crazy pound pup!
You need a ride? well come on girl, hop in the truck!'

With the curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket to come

I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket y'all

I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket to come
I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket y'all

See I'm a down-home brother red-neck undercover
With my guitar here I'm ready to play
And I'm a sucker for a philly got a natural ability
Geared to free-style look at my flexibility
Dangerous on the mic
My ghetto hat's cocked right
All the ladies say
'yo that kid is crazy!'
We got the backstage bettys
Takin' more than they can get
They say, 'what's up with m-r-a-z?'

Hey hey hey hey
Something's different in the world today
Well they changed my traffic signs
To a brighter yellow
Hey hey
Something's different in the world today
Well they changed my traffic signs
To a brighter yellow

I'm just a curbside prophet, love
A curbside prophet, love
A curbside prophet, love
A curbside, oh come on
I'm just a curbside prophet
Waiting for my rocket,
I said I'm waiting for my rocket to come down
Curbside
Come down, brother
To the curbside, hey...