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, y'all, hey

You 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

Is 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, y'all, hey

Well, then you're never gonna, 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 my radio dial

And I've been paying close attention to the Willie Nelson style

Like a, a band of gypsies on the highway while

As I'm one man wishing on the California skyline drive

Up the coast, I brag and I boast

Because I'm picking up a pace and makin' time like space ghost

Raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most

Put my cruise controls on coast

'Cause I'm touring 'round 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"

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, y'all

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, y'all

See, I'm a down home brother, redneck undercover

With my guitar here, I'm ready to play

And Im' a sucker for a filly, got a natural ability

Geared to freestyle, look at my flexibility

Dangerous on the mike, 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 sign

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 (hey, hey)

A curbside prophet (something's different in my world today)

A curbside prophet (well, they changed my traffic sign)

A curbside, oh, come on (to a brighter yellow)

I'm just a curbside prophet (hey, hey)

Waiting for my rocket, waiting for my rocket to come (something's different in my world today)

A curbside prophet (well, they changed my traffic sign)

Come now, brother (to a brighter yellow)

You're a curbside prophet (hey, hey)