Curbside Prophet

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, ya'll 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 bag 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, ya'll 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 As I'm one man pushin' on the California skyline drive Up the coast I brag and I boast Because 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'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! 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, ya'll 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, ya'll 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 I'm geared to freestyle Look at my flexibility Dangerous at the mike My ghetto hat's cocked right All 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, hey 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 oh Come on! I'm just curbside prophet now Waiting for my rocket Waiting for my rocket to come