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
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 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
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 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