The Prophecy

Lyrics

[Intro] The Prophecy is true They have returned like the sun That big ball of fire in the sky The supplier of life That great lighthouse that shines over Mother Earths beauty The cosmos is full beyond measure of elegant truths Of exquisite interrelationships of the awesome machinery of nature Keep your face to the sunshine, my child And you will never see a shadow And if you listen real carefully You can hear 'The Sun' make music, and it's so sweet It sets us all on fire, where you can dance with your dreams So welcome to "The Sun" [Chorus] BnE is back Feel it in the air All down the streets Hear it from their lairs All through their homes Feel it in your bones All on their phones Staring at the throne The prophecy is true The kings have returned They see them in the sky Like wings on the birds [Verse 1: Eso] Aye, you know who you fuckin' with, them boys are loco We drop that shit, make your neighbours wanna call the po-po And I ain't tripping, I'm dipping in a low low And what I'm spitting, they won't know what hit 'em like Chernobyl Oh no! Another Joe blow rapping 'bout a titty club Man, they just some clones trying to get out and they can't sit with us Ooh, them boys are back, yeah, banging out your boom box All my friends are dead, yeah, my gang is full of 2Pac's Man, I had a slumber party, aye, with all my enemies Now they're eating cuttle fish and each others shit like a human centipede So don't mention me, shit, I'm doing light work with this biro pen I'm John Wick with a chopstick I'm Skywalker vs Kylo Ren, bitch! [Chorus] BnE is back Feel it in the air All down the streets Hear it from their lairs All through their homes Feel it in your bones All on their phones Staring at the throne The prophecy is true The kings have returned They see them in the sky Like wings on the birds [Verse 2: Bliss] I been gone for a second, I come back, now what is this? The whole scene has been flipped on its head And now under it, something has come amiss It never used to be gangster but now kids are running with guns and 100 clips Saying they're killers, but baby, this music, in this game we killers And they don't want none of this, untamed Y'all motherfuckers are the reason that I spit bullets out the pie hole Got more brains than that little kid killing everybody back in Akron, Ohio Get it, Bron, bitch, I'm strong, who you think style you gnawing on? Who you think laid the bricks of the golden road you babies currently crawling on? I'm the peasant who got rich and built everything he wished Flew past them in a rainbow Rolls, I'm John Lennon in this bitch, bye bye Ho please, I'm an OG and Neptune is not bothered By these little asshole tadpoles 'cause y'all can get three smacks on the bum from your godfather like…