Tekst:
Blind Prophet

played Yourself and us and then the heritage crust will be crushed to puss 'Cause of your lust that you must just bust A man of your own kind, you must be blind

loving it's the woman that gets some Strong, stepping, strutting, moving on Rhyming, cutting, and not forgetting We are the ones that give birth To the new generation of prophets

than a threat, I'm a problem To hell with cotton, watch out when I come to Harlem So don't whisper or make a sound or croak Shit ya prop, go straight

elders each wrote me a Psalm And placed them within my motor neurons It contained the approximate date of, 'The Apocalypse' Deposited in scripts of the 20th century prophets

this here Chi towns murderous Mob Gothic Hard knock it give me tha mothafuckin' ammunition I'll cock it Respected like I'm one of Gods prophets Gotta

killin' muthafuckas with no regrets Geah, hey I puts it down 'funky enough' like the d.o.c. Maybe you can't see, blind like stevie That's sick, you blind

What's wrong wit'cha now, when I come around niggas hatin' me now I already knew it wasn't my niggas It was that money that kept you blinded I'm masterminded

hound em I'm bein true ain't no fakin wit me Brovas plottin on me trynna test if they can see But I'm peepin out the sain for the peeps who gimme props

) Burn in hell (Burn in hell) Hear dooms days bells (Dooms days bells) Ringing loud (Ringing loud) I see black clouds We are making Lucifer so proud Blind leading the blind