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, yo      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 back 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, yo      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   I'm one man pushin' on the California skyline   Drive up the coast I brag the most   'Cuz 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 on coast      'Cuz 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, yo      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, yo      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 to give the freestyle   Look at my flexibility   Dangerous at the mike, my ghetto hat's cocked right   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   Curbside prophet now   Curbside prophet now   Curbside, come on   Just curbside prophet   Waiting for my rocket to, waiting for my rocket to come   Now curbside home now brother   You're a curbside   Waiting for my rocket to