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

Ya see it started way back in N.Y.C.

When I stole my first rhyme from the M.I.C

At a west end avenue at 63

It's 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 then you're never, never, 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 it on the road again

We'll soon be on my radio dial

And I been payin' close attention to the Willie Nelson style

Like a band of gypies on the highway while

'Cause I'm a one more wishin' on the California skyline drive

Up the coast I brag and I boast

Because I'm pickin' up the pace, I'm making time like Space Ghost

Raisin' 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 limitations

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 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 a sucker for a philly, got a natural ability, geared to freestyle

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 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 signs to a brighter yellow

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

Well they changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow

I'm just a curbside prophet

A curbside brother love

A curbside brother love

A curbside oh come on

I'm just a curbside prophet and I'm

Waiting for a rocket, said waiting for a rocket to come

Down curb side

Come down brother

You're a curbside prophet