Prophet Margin

By Future Funk Squad

Released on February 1, 2021

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[Verse 1: Omega Sparx]

I wanna live that rich boy status

No static, a go-getter, staying nomadic

Blazing a new trail, getting at it to live lavish

Ladies on my arms, charming madams

That look the baddest

24 carats of diamonds, keeping you staring

This higher level of legend, bear it in my apparel

Forgive me I've been acting so arrogant

I feel like Pharaoh, put gold on my bone marrow

I am a king

Pick your poison, I'm more than mortal

Conglomeration, I'm taking over board rooms and orders

Quart of a million, I'm deadly with dealing

The puppet master that controls the heroes and villains

The streets are watching, I'm running the markets

Guns are cocking, everything in my optics

About to rocket, so erotic

I makе a profit whatever the stock is

Gеt in my way and then you're dead

At least I'm honest

The Night City is pretty, no pity for anybody

That's not with me, my army is many

Call me a guru with new routes to the top

I'm a brute too

Corrupting and bribing your news, too


[Chorus]

Get back

You ain't that tough

Don't stand up

Get, get, get back

Stay on the ground

Don't man up

Got the big stacks

This no delusion of grandeur

I'm the prophet margin artist

Rock the hardest

Get back

You ain't that tough

Don't stand up

Get, get, get back

Stay on the ground

Don't man up

Got the big stacks

This no delusion of grandeur

I'm the prophet margin artist

Rock the hardest


[Verse 2: Stu Brootal]

I lost it all to rich boi addicts

And cold cats that practice that old black magic

Inherent unconcious, cons constantly watching

Bullet through your socket, straight out the forgotten

The eye on the bill, it was the seventh of seal

Heaven is a handgun, bang, rob and steal, feel me?

Kill me; I'm coded, uploaded back into being

Cyber Shinobi, control me—nope

A ghost in the shell, homie uh!

Bodies on bodies, rebuild robotics for hobbies

I be on auto reanimation

Back to animate ya lobby and

Boom, ready to die?

I take what I want

The thieving demon, getting even

Leaving punks into chunks

After hard data to deface the game of a hard playa

Pull ya card later, but first I wanna watch you fade

Another name in the dirt, an empire to dust

Wanna reight with a fist, now it's raining blood

What?


[Chorus]

Get back

You ain't that tough

Don't stand up

Get, get, get back

Stay on the ground

Don't man up

Got the big stacks

This no delusion of grandeur

I'm the prophet margin artist

Rock the hardest

Get back

You ain't that tough

Don't stand up

Get, get, get back

Stay on the ground

Don't man up

Got the big stacks

This no delusion of grandeur

I'm the prophet margin artist

Rock the hardest


[Verse 3: Stu Brootal]

Got an order for your death

My oil boiling

Step in your headquarters

Coldest bomb vest under these threads sorted

Goons with the heavy metal 'n all that

My bullet ricochet and left a brain like a Rorschach

Where ya lord at?

Tell him I'm snapping his neck back

Make a wrong move, pull a pin and we all ash

I'm kicking in the door

Barrel thicker than coke cans

Well, oh lord, it's the damn devil, ready to dance


[Verse 4: Omega Sparx]

Another tragic story

I just wanted the glory

And now this fool coming at me

Wanna kill and destroy me

But like I told you

I'm more than mortal

Got my consciousness uploaded

It's spreading over the border

I'm an enigma, a figure that's bigger

Than anything you could picture

Don't need a trigger to get ya

I see you got conviction

But today I'm not in the mood

Download my mind to second body I wear like a suit


[Outro]

I'm the prophet margin artist

Rock the hardest

Get back

You ain't that tough

Don't stand up

Get, get, get back

Stay on the ground

Don't man up

Got the big stacks

This no delusion of grandeur

I'm the prophet margin artist

Rock the hardest

I'm the prophet margin artist

Rock the hardest