Lyric I Be the Prophet

(Tricky)

I can t relax I need to meditate.
Yeah, I ll make em wait. (x2)
Time moves in numbers,
I count the summers, direct the drummers.
Tell me you don t feel nothing,
Would you like to ride on my train, or
Would you like to drink from my vein?
My vibe s just a (fuckin ) feeling.
I see the ceiling.
And adjust to such a feeling.
I be the prophet, slay me then we ll cross it.
(repeat twice more)