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
i`m one man pushin` on the california skyline drive
up the coast I brag and I boast
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
cuz 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? [*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. 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
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...