Wisemen Approaching ft. Wisemen Lyrics

Yeah put your dice up on this shit man

Throw ya bags out kid get the shit ready

The sun'll fall before I lose!

I'm blowed nicely like Ron Iseley

Word dice we roll mice or men behold

Ice grill on my '86 slice the pie slightly

Fell or fight me, end up floatin up in bitely

I scope and deliver rhyme quote grand turismo

Drown you in a sea of nickels sip a fifth slow

Crash around the main bend, straight no chaser

Silencer on the mic stand scope no laser

My bitches stay in heels, tie up around the calf shields

Live in movie reels, exquisite ruby heels

Gans a field of dreams dirty as Bronson

Head filled with more schemes than snakes in the garden

I tippy toe like samurai, slit a throat on standby

Interview in fields of land mines perform live during outbreaks

Ebola virus outline the mic case

Pace gracefully faster than swimming from sharks

I'm known for spinning darts toward your melanin in dark

Stopping in at number one without a shotgun

Maybe platinum or just Bronze I'm out one

The Wisemen approaching, we come from the hills

Keep ya science book open count all the shells

Approach in a black hoody timbs size 12

Escape with the knowledge of self, polished in health

MCs who believe I'm not king of Detroit

Indestructible like a bullet proof rolls Royce

The common choice, I bring fire to the beef

Fuck mic fights we can get it on in the streets

It's calm and usually peace, beyond the Cuban links

I see wild times of sound mind be cautious who we meet

Caught a sigh of relief when Bronze finally got a piece

In a magazine, catastrophe for all wack MCs

New beginnings revolutionize organize the business

Your rap cons is bygones so long to pretendin

Return of the gutter and grit

The streets have been thirstin for this shit

Since re-birth of a Prince

Back to niggas who spit darts that shatter bricks

Grimy as a park bench built in the cement

Sick like a cedar point trip

My ups and downs been a roller coaster up until now

That's on some old shit

The Wisemen approaching, we come from the hills

Keep ya science book open count all the shells

Approach in a black hoody timbs size 12

Escape with the knowledge of self, polished in health

Built my lab with black bricks sip the liquor frequent

On Sam Cooke night my mind sits inside the precinct

Indecent as delinquents running cash to the street pimps

Heathen deal stones to clone in an oasis

Gates is open I stole the pins out the hinges

Blair witch darkness, I need a harness I traveled so far

Parked the '84 and saw scenes so raw

Take one I'm straight son we niggas runnin from our caper

Invade a brotha's mind and resurrect the records crackle

My derelict speech at the speed of a statue

My face don't move my words they show and prove

Dissect the earth plates and exhale a sandstorm

Plans form and crash with impacts of nine eleven

Seven Kevlaar God, me or the reverend?

They say you are what you speak so I reap the truth

Heard the beat in my sleep, wrote my thoughts in the booth

If it's war I'm on the line first nigga to shoot

Pullin nines like a nigga with a pain in his tooth

Dark clouds got me feelin like I'm caught in a phase

How I'm living not the sitcom, bundles and trades

Hustle hard can't survive pitchin minimum wage

Seeing glory in the middle but I'm lost in the maze

Blame the concrete jungle for my animal ways

I aint saying I'm the greatest but it run in the flesh

Pace the game like my bloodline was mixed with Artest

Aint no cameras 'round here, got the media scared

Just a bunch of niggas hoodied up and fully prepared

Wisemen so I do Wise things believe me

From the 'Jects no regrets, my respect not easy

Shit is dope what make it even harder to cope

Seeing hell not the light through the end of the scope

The Wisemen approaching, we come from the hills

Keep ya science book open count all the shells

Approach in a black hoody timbs size 12

Escape with the knowledge of self, polished in health