Lyrics Curbside Prophet - Union of Sound

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

You see, it started way back in NYC
When I stole my first rhyme from the M.I.C
At West End Avenue and 63
It's the beginning of a leap year, February '96
With a guitar picked up in a 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, yeah

Well then, you'll never, never guess where I've been, been, been
And I have no regrets that I've spent my whole checking account
Because it all amounts to nothing up in the end
Well, you can only count
That On the Road Again will soon be on the radio dial
And I've been paying close attention to the Willie Nelson style
Like a, a band of gypsies on the highway wild
'Cause I'm a one man wishing on the California skyline
Drive up the coast, I brag and I boast
Because I'm picking up my pace and making time like Space Ghost
Raising a toast to the Highway Patrol with the most
But my cruise control's on coast
'Cause I'm touring around the nation on extended vacation
See, I got Elsa the dog who exceeds my limitations
I say, "I like your style, crazy clown 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 I'm a sucker for a filly, got a natural ability
To give the freestyle, look at my flexibility
Danger's on the mic, my ghetto hat's cocked right
All the ladies say, "Yo, that kid is crazy"
We got the backstage baddies taking more than they can get
They say, "What's up with them R-A-T's?"

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
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
Hey, hey
Something's different in my world today
Well, they changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow