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rate it, world full of critics
The devil pushing the temptations, he up to something
And shouting these psychoactive thoughts to a young prophet
Have

'cause we really grind
Thy poppin' up bikes call that wheelie time
They moving like killers we Philly time
Ayy
Prophet on drilly time
The style that I come

Ain’t no luck Im like a prophet
Private like a plane
I got Gucci shades
Ain’t no numbers ain’t no games
Take this shit right by the reigns
I could show

Yo
Yo
One day I was approached by a prophet
He told me one day
Ima' have a lot of doe in my pocket
I'm in a Hyundai driving 80 miles an hour with no

home 
For way too long tell my mom I'm on the road
Yeah I'm sorry yeah
But this no apology yeah
Your son different he a prophet
But it's hard to justify

Its doom
I'll answer
The call
 
The vision of his crumpled mass
Fills the prophet's mind
A torrent of blood channeled by
Their indignation
 
A black

Paid vacation
Drown them out
The horror screaming
Desperation, feasting, scheming
The profit of false prophets 
Singing while dancing on their coffins

by a virgin birth
Micah, he'll be born in the town of Bethlehem
Zechariah, and be known as King of Kings by men
Samuel, his throne appointed
Daniel,

home 
For way too long tell my mom I'm on the road
Yeah I'm sorry yeah
But this no apology yeah
Your son different he a prophet
But it's hard to justify

You can't go out on your own
You're not a lark from a past life
You're never truly alone
You've got a friend by your side
You're always bending your

by the pound
Me and Young T gettin' racks by the round
Okay, me and big Prophet got to lay the haters down
I be gettin' turnt up with my whole damn

Always with me
Image of prophet

In a bloody crown of thorns
In a bloody crown

I saw
Court of low
Where are the criminals
Played by the judges
They

I'm on a mission
I'm sent by God
I've got the words
I've got the walk
I spend my time
By telling you
The things you should
And should not do
Well I

No not the record
No need to say it
Just said it
Know ya'll camping fucks been waitin
Uppercut you then cut ya'll won't even see it coming
By the time

a trophy
For deluded prophets
A long night of solace
Will take it's toll on us
It won't be forgotten
This is not the end
Belly of the beast
This battle rages

We all got it
By we I mean those in my pocket
I quarterback option
I run this shit 
I keep on trottin'
I got it all
No nigga I am not coppin'
Stop it

of all nations for my name's sake
Many shall be offended, betray and hate one another
And many False Prophets shall rise and deceive many
And because

feelings
You could tell by how the way I act too appealing
Tell by how i rap there's no match for the kid
Even if you had a whole box full of him
Its your

Title: Andreyko The Prophet
Words & Music by: Michael G. Ronstadt

She wrote a letter, to a man and his better
Half of the banter lifted layers

cast out of Elysium
held back by my inner self
my wounds bleed eternally
each day filled with misery
cast out of infinity
held back by my hidden

False Prophets...

False Dogma..

Divine order filled by suicide bombers 
clthough entropic, crimes can't defy the laws of karma 
(huh) I mediate

Yeah yeah
One Two One Two
What Up Yooo 
It's your man Reborn tha Rebizzle
You know what I'm saying
Coming through with my man 
Q The Prophet

diamonds and sage
Left alone in confused forest's, enslaved by days
Time keeps on whoring us
Ghetto saviors can't keep ignoring us
Flowers and flames

hell of a prophet
Don't understand why J cole
Talkin' 'bout false prophets
But didn't mention higher-ups
Change your name to Amber Cole
These fucking