Marcus Logan - The Prophecy lyrics
(Chorus x3: Buddha Monk) Prepare for the prophecy (Buddha Monk) Yea, to all challengers, let's begin I be the holder of flows like air seepin thru your windows First n***a that oppose be the first n***a that goes A deadly comedic dealer, nasty-a** good fella Crazy-a** dweller novelty known as best seller It be the slack that you lack, I shoot the verses like gats Your styles is too wack, it makes you burn like exlax Buddha'll prove that he's the boss, for years I paid the cost So now I am the force that keeps you at a state of loss Wannabe kamakazi shootin at everybody I'm worse than your John Gotti or your mayor Julianni Severe body parts, who has to master this art? Whether it be the day or dark, the f**in sun has to spark n***as (Chorus x4) (Buddha Monk) It takes 8 million and one stuns for the God is done If you feel it's a lie, then your a** I will fry Styles is dirty dirty like some desert water Watch out for the Zu slaughter (I'm talkin to you!!) Your blood spills made me the science of my k**s I feels like that of a f**in desert storm k** Sight of an insighter who's out for real tight Whatever lurks in the dark we shall bring to the light Sit back and breathe the gases I relieve Breakin off parts, piece by piece of enemies You done made mad one of the dirty dozen Guaranteed to slaughter off your moms, pops and cousins (Interlude: unknown voice) The prophecy, I see which can foretell the future The foretellin of what is to come Prophecy, to foretell by divine inspiration Something declared by a prophet One who speaks with the mind that's been stricken The prophecy, Lord Buddha Monk is the prophet Now you see, now you hear Take heed, which way of life would you travel? The road of truth or the road of d**h? (I can't take it no more!!!) You have been warned, the prophet is here (Buddha Monk) The prophecy has seen that you remain with the sting Removin the skin, I never die and k** again Sinfullness is my trifeness, leave a n***a lifeless If you try to bite this I levitate minds like 9's levitate your spines If inclined, I k** with one line And leave you dumb, deaf and blind Done with the swiftness of a sword of Excalibur Move with the speeds of culos thru a callico Feel the heat as my thoughts burn deep Explosions to mind that I seek, now it's you soul that I reap I remain in this game and take fame like grand larceny There's pure f**in havoc when you f** with the prophecy!!! (Chorus x2) (Outro: same voice as interlude) ...(indecipherable)... All the voices of the dark ...(indecipherable)... Do you wish to take my sin? (Die f**as!) ...(indecipherable)... ...(indecipherable)... I choose to be ...(indecipherable)... HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!! ...(indecipherable)...