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the musical prophet - follow me lyrics

[verse one] the musical prophet
look , i aint gotta lie, i’m the truth
providing the roof of my mouth dont melt, i’ll spit fire in the booth
i might retire in the booth
or til’ i pay these traffic tickets off kos’ i aint tryna see my tire with a boot
picture this; we could all be living life in unison
thought this revolution up in my apartment unit son-
hey, what a movement with beliefs were all in tune with one-god
your a eunuch, you aint f-cking with my unit
resembling an african general, lieutenant sell-ssie- aye!
i prefer me ganja, not courvoisier
and all my vibes be namaste
radiant like gamma rays
so you can save the drama for your mama kossa mama se-
i know the best kept secret in the world i might tell ya
i got herb and herb paraphenelia
i know them aboriginals from australia
they not pale bruh- fiya burnt like ‘h-ll’ bruh
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it ain’t no fun if the homies cant
kick it with me on the mountain top
its so refreshing like a fountain drink
knowing never will that mountain drop
and if you need a lil guidance you can follow me
if your eyes get tired you can follow me
even if your legs get tired you can fall on me-
and if you need a lil guidance you can follow me

[verse two] the musical prophet

and ‘they’ like give us all your money, and all the rest of it
it’ll get worse shorty you ain’t saw the best of it
so keep your eyes open and the rest covered
if he like chains and watches, he’s a slave to objects
so when your subject conscious he gone change the topic
to maybe something erotic
but nothing with logic
yet, this can only be seen by the third optic-
deep in the neurotic
i know everybody heard bout’ it
jah rule like everybody-
not ‘ja rule’ and ‘irv gotti’
the nerve gotten!
and to raspect my ancestors i dont wear cotton
i just bought some hemp sox and some herb
rotten-like aroma blowing from the curb through the air
king tut- hair
with a cowrie sh-ll in there
ain’t nothing too compare to the likes of my divinity
a piece of my serenity-
a million watts of energy-
i am , nothing like the complicated man
if im reaching out to help you would you amputate my hand?
my plan, was never set to obligate you man
world domination tryna depopulate ya man & that’s real

[chorus]

- the musical prophet lyrics

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