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wisemen – iconoclasts (salute version) كلمات اغاني


[verse 1: salute da kidd]
it’s the desert e’s toker, the ganj’ smoker
not close to mediocre, the black cobra .9 loader
damage your lungs, put you closer to jehovah
witness this outrage sharper than blades
i punish with my aks to doctor your face
i ain’t tryna lose the buckle when i reach for the waist
‘what’s the problem?’ ain’t no thing to turn a human to waste
stay in your place, or catch the bayonet in your face
outer sp_ce with this method, kevlaar chested
return of the ‘motherless child’, mind infected
‘tales from the crypt’ like russell jones resurrected
death wish stepkid, dirty as the septic

[verse 2: bronze nazareth]
my cyclone poem, fix the roof of the superdome
you crash your plane in my building, just tryna get on
and it’s a vein, cold rain, write my words in propane
keep the, heat in store, like the stones in maytag
carry more blades than grass in your yard, grab your rake
i’m original, man on the take, burning the shake
roll ’em, blow, the solar fails out the blood bank
the wu_fam armory, my beats got bodies
know the rolly when to grave with the tip of a shotty
pasadena lobby, bullet holes from robbery, probably
veins made of cobblestone, b_tches go home wobbly
capture life like photographs, double stuff hash
pure mid_serious grim, with verbal whiplash
from the fetus to the overseer, i bleed it
n_gga, your crime’ll crystal mountain, just to try to go see it
my life is a movie script, john singleton reading
the blood flow like magnum, harder then traps in eden
send shockwaves, i circles, some objects dropped in lakes
i spray phrases, til the brain can’t operate
discombobulate, the populate, texas chainsaw lock your grip
counter row, wu symbol conglomerate
team i’d rather far, than be spit in the face
jesus asked god when i’m dropping my next tape
n_gga, bronze colored disc, razor blade shape
[verse 3: phillie]
end endurance, n_ggas is rap at spitting raps
get back to whatever ya’ll was doing before that
it ain’t working for you, no one’s even heard of you
tried to get ya grams up, wound up with your hands up
i’m a bonafied hustler, slash m.c
the first on the scroll, and the last to leave
i ain’t rich, so the streets is my blueprint
and it just so happens, i can translate it in music
roll with dutches long as a pool stick
and make sure everybody down for this movement
n_ggas is apple pies, soft as coolwhip
and detroit cats be the last n_ggas to full with

[verse 4: kevlaar 7]
throw a rose down inside my grave, massage my dead brain
with oils of the soil, inside the dirt i bathe
unclaimed as a slave, with the heart of virginia
i’m signed for life, years, now it’s pitch black, my n_gga
fearing the legend, the reverend, predicted the cold night
black ski mask, yo, i’m the cross in your sights
i climb the hill of the ill with a concrete sword
and woe my hood, joe, as the hero of the world

[verse 5: vast aire]
pass me the dutch, i’ll fill it up
i wrote this rhyme in the corner, like i was a dunce
if i, told ya twice, i told ya once
that’s word to the trina’ man, that sold you fronts
you be number nine, i did not stutter
the sun is my dad, the moon is my mother
look dude, there is no other
like the three wis_m_n, that came from persia
to bless je_sus, peace to baby jesus
i’m becoming the buddha, this is my thesis
i am the chosen, i’ve walked on water that wasn’t frozen
and you can talk sh_t, but look at your lip, now it’s busted
sorta like burgundy, bubbling custard
i don’t wanna discuss it…
i’m on another level, come on, man, look at my mustard
that’s grey poupon, what planet you on?
you wanna take my oil, i show you my rocket
you wanna take my chain, i’ll break ya eye socket
kamikaze, you can’t stop this
divine wind, i’m climbing
to reach, higher states, to drown in
sitting on the same corner, frowning
this is l.x.g., microphone clowning
[outro: k!llah priest (kevlaar 7)]
yeah… what up… michael vangelo…
my n_gga vast aire.. cannibal ox.. the wis_m_n
(k!llah priest), kings row music, (k7, the bull phillie
illadayz, bronze naz, salute the m_th_f_cking kid
i told ya’ll n_ggas, wis_m_n, we here, kings row, n_gga)

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