Faith Doctrine ft. Wisemen Lyrics

Uh, I ain't never gon' die!

You a muhfuckin' chicken, you ain't never gon' fly

Don't worry bout mine! You can't come and get it

What if Jordan played without Pippin

What matters is how it's scripted, I'm living within these words

The mic has shifted, I've risen you heard

Detroit number streets, gutter as rice and buttered beans

Hustle I can instruct you on how to be sucker free

My chicks divas, y'alls barely hit the meter

We bangin' the yard, y'alls ain't banging as hard

When we was pitchin' raw, ya'lls wasn't crankin like ours!

Takin' steps, not elevating like ours!

This rap game need me like Lil' Wayne, or Jeezy

Not saying it's easy when he's making a CD

But it's gon' take more than a steak to feed me

A dog chain to leash me,

A saw blade to crease me

We are not the same species!

Therefo', spare no expense in tryin' to take the game from beneath me

He who works like a slave, eats like a king

Boxspring to left wing linsguistic strings

Scheme on millions on my first leap, my district sings

7-6-0 Beemer, equipped with wings, no ceiling

Blowin white widow, Chris Spielmans

I may face east, and get to kneelin'

(Bow Bow Bow)

While some get shot, some die, none healing

I'm a soldier, cobra venom or the shots won't get 'em

Pop a loader in your hemi, hit a semi and flip it

Told ya, "Oprah in the air!" The Color Purple the chemist

Rhyme swine flu pandemic, stemmed from arsenic damage

Deep wounds, off protools, your carcass'll vanish

Deep tombs, with dark cemetery plots, Atlantis

Never found, like Hoffa bones or Iraq weapons boop!

We been the dopest

Sonning catch like Jehovah

Shut the game down, it's over

Snare strike like a cobra

Colder this year, front-runner

Get it in gear, you bringin' up the rear

Comp aint nathin

We spit a doctrine you can put your faith in

Battle me better have a sick plan

Come wit' a army, nigga

Talkin' 'bout a hundred man

Never live lax

Studied combat

Under Pressure, fuck around and make me relapse

Shit ain't changed, it's the same old loop

Same walkin' time bomb, first nigga to shoot

Wisemen.com nigga, same old group

Camouflaged in the Coup, I be shittin' on niggas

Did you miss me? Now I'm back, sittin' on stacks

Watch, the pressure build up, make it hard to relax

Never testified once, raised my hand to the facts

Keep that mac, keep a bad bitch, that's strapped

Known to glide when I fly, while your wings just flap

This is real rap capital Salute on the map

We been the dopest

Sonning cats like Jehovah

Shut the game down, it's over

Paper is my weapon of war, right or wrong

I am who I am, I'm a man of few words

With novelist nerves, throwin' model-less curves

The boatanist herb, keep my mind hoppin' curbs

Dropped on the first, then I copped a new curse

Lyrically Jack Johnson, floatin' and dodgin'

Reboundin' like Rodman

Slide in my draft day suit, like Jonathan Ogden

I pierced the coastline when

My tax bracket is like Rafael rackets

My bones is magnetic, my wallets kinetic

I got on late 'cause I'm ahead of my time

Poverty's the father of revolution and crime

We been the dopest

Sonning cats like Jehovah

Shut the game down, it's over

Snare strike like a cobra

Colder this year, front-runner

Get it in gear, you bringin' up the rear

Comp aint nathin

We spit a doctrine you can put your faith in