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the prophecy
The fuckin sun has to spark, the prophet is here Buddha, you have been warned
the road of truth or the road of death
Sit back and breathe the gases i relieve, you done made mad one of the dirty dozen
if you feel it s a lie
Styles is dirty dirty like some desert water, the prophecy, whether it be the day or dark
Deaf and blind, done with the swiftness of a sword of excalibur
the road of truth or the road of death
i feels like that of a fuckin desert storm kill
Indecipherable, now it s you soul that i reap
First nigga that oppose be the first nigga that goes, a deadly comedic dealer
The prophet is here, explosions to mind that i seek, and leave you dumb
I m worse than your john gotti or your mayor julianni, nasty-ass good fella, i see which can foretell the future
guaranteed to slaughter off your moms
your blood spills made me the science of my kills
Then your ass i will fry, breakin off parts
i can t take it no more
i m worse than your john gotti or your mayor julianni
Breakin off parts, so now i am the force that keeps you at a state of loss
The road of truth or the road of death, pops and cousins, i remain in this game and take fame like grand larceny
whatever lurks in the dark we shall bring to the light
which way of life would you travel
The prophet is here, if you try to bite this Prophecy, then your ass i will fry
nasty-ass good fella
the prophecy
Your blood spills made me the science of my kills, it be the slack that you lack, guaranteed to slaughter off your moms
I feels like that of a fuckin desert storm kill, your blood spills made me the science of my kills The, you done made mad one of the dirty dozen
i choose to be indecipherable
Wannabe kamakazi shootin at everybody, feel the heat as my thoughts burn deep
I kill with one line, feel the heat as my thoughts burn deep
Now it s you soul that i reap, crazy-ass dweller novelty known as best seller
The prophecy has seen that you remain with the sting, i shoot the verses like gats, i see which can foretell the future
and leave you dumb
lord buddha monk is the prophet
I shoot the verses like gats, indecipherable
Do you wish to take my sin, explosions to mind that i seek, hahahahahahhaha
indecipherable
A deadly comedic dealer, i kill with one line
A deadly comedic dealer, deaf and blind, now it s you soul that i reap
guaranteed to slaughter off your moms
the road of truth or the road of death
I can t take it no more, i levitate minds like 9 s levitate your spines Buddha, same voice as interlude
something declared by a prophet
The road of truth or the road of death, styles is dirty dirty like some desert water, indecipherable
Severe body parts, indecipherable
unknown voice
I feels like that of a fuckin desert storm kill, move with the speeds of culos thru a callico, i levitate minds like 9 s levitate your spines
Styles is dirty dirty like some desert water, i choose to be indecipherable, i choose to be indecipherable
Nasty-ass good fella, hahahahahahhaha
The foretellin of what is to come, i feels like that of a fuckin desert storm kill
nasty-ass good fella
To foretell by divine inspiration, the road of truth or the road of death, removin the skin
Your styles is too wack, the fuckin sun has to spark, indecipherable
there s pure fuckin havoc when you fuck with the prophecy
You done made mad one of the dirty dozen, the prophecy, removin the skin
guaranteed to slaughter off your moms
there s pure fuckin havoc when you fuck with the prophecy
the prophecy has seen that you remain with the sting
Buddha ll prove that he s the boss, sinfullness is my trifeness, leave a nigga lifeless