Curbside Prophet Lyrics

Curbside Prophet lyrics




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’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 

the beginning of a leap year, february, ’96 

with a guitar picked up in the mix 

i committed to the licks like a nickel back of tricks 

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 



well you’re never gonna guess 

where i’ve 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 on the road again

we’ll soon be on the radio dial 

and i been payin close attention to the willie nelson style 

like a band of gypsies on the highway while

i’m one man pushin’ on the california skyline drive 

up the coast mc brag the most 

i ’m pickin up my pace and makin time like space ghost 

raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most 

put my cruise control on coast 

with Elsa the dog who exceeds my limitation 

i say, "i like your style, crazy pound pup! 

you need a ride? [*woof*]

well come on, girl, hop in the truck!" 



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 

i'm just a curbside prophet 

with my hand in my pocket 

and i'm waiting for my rocket to come on 

i'm just a curbside prophet 

with my hand in my pocket 

and i'm waiting for my rocket 



see i'm a down home brother, redneck undercover 

with my guitar here 

i'm ready to play 

and i'm s a sucker for a filly 

got a natural ability to give the freestyle 

look at my flexibility 

dangerous at the mike 

my ghetto hat's cocked right 

the ladies say, "yo, that kid is crazy" 

the backstage betties taking more than they can get 

they say, "what's up with m-r-a-z?" 



hey, hey, something's different in my world today 

well they changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow 

hey, hey, something's different in my world today 

they changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow 

i'm just a curbside prophet 

curbside prophet now 

curbside prophet now 

curbside 

come on, now 

curbside prohet 

waiting for my rocket to come...