Iconoclasts (Long Version) [feat. Killah Priest & Vast Aire]
Wisemen
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I spit it these lyrics, so vivid, they pictures On project walls, twelve feet tall, hell greets, y'all Fire brimstone, I write grim poems Edgar Allen Poe with the flow goes the silencer Upon the cold nozzles of the four-four caliber No more challenger, bullet show like Gallagher Ink pens in my hand, like a spray paint can The canvas is your mind, the black Michelangelo Hands'll sculpt, the Eiffel tote, the mics I broke Residue lead to a trail, another Priest tale Death I brew, the witch-lord-king, that rip off wings When I spit 16, it gets extreme, explicit scene No more dreams, just cold screams, happening Reoccurring rappers wanna perform, they need insurance My cyclone poem, fix the roof of the Superdome You crash your plane to 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 stoves in Maytag Carry more blades than grass in your yard, grab your rake I'm original, man on the take, burn to the shake Roll and blow, the soul of pharoahs out the blood bank The Wu-Fam armory, my beats got bodies Know the roll you in the grave with the tip of a shotty Pasidena lobby, bullet holes from robbery, probably Veins made of cobblestone, bitches 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 Nigga, you'll climb a Crystal Mountain, just to try to go see it My life is a movie script, John Singleton reading The blood flow like magma, hotter than traps in Eden Send shockwaves like circles from objects dropped in lakes I spray phrases, til the brain can't operate Discombobulate, the populate, Texas Chainsaw locker grip Cardinal robe, Wu symbol conglomerate Team would rather fall than be spit in the face Jesus asked God when I'm dropping my next tape Nigga, Bronze colored disc, razor blade shape End endurance, niggas 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 stroll, 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 a dutch as long as a pool stick And make sure everybody down for this movement Niggas is apple pies, soft as coolwhip And Detroit cats be the last niggas to fool with 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 Unsigned for light years, now it's pitch black, my nigga 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 roam my hood, yo, as the hero of the world Spit lessons for the old school niggas and adolescents Fabric fly material blessing dress in my body Addicts is lively hot sessions sweating in seconds Tracks is robbery draining me out from what's inside of me Message of static, me and this mic is like a manic Pulls is mad thick Is solid smoke dope it's magic Attacking my brain fried spitting lines that's bonafide I Lost a live first on my block I seen this mortified 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 China 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 Wisemen, that came from Persia To bless Je-sus, peace to Baby Jesus I'm becoming a Buddha, this is my thesis I am the chosen, I've walked on water that wasn't frozen And you can talk shit, 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, your drowning Sitting on the same corner, frowning This is L.X.G., microphone clowning
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Written by: AUNDRE WOODLAND, JOSEPH KIRK WILSON, JUSTIN DANTE CROSS, KEVIN BLAKE CROSS, THEODORE WAYNE ARRINGTON, WALTER REED
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