The Prophecy
[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 popo
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
Oooh 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…