Wisemen Approaching Songtext / Lyric

The Sun'll fall before I lose...

Yeah... put your dice up on this shit, man...

Throw your bags out, kid, get the shit ready...

Yo... heavy as the Chevy... yo, yo

A blow nicely like Ron Isley

Word dice, we roll, Mice or Men, behold

Ice grill on my '86, slice the pie slightly

Flee or fight me, end up floating up in Bightley

I scope and deliver, rhyme quote Gran Turismo

Drown you in a sea of nickels, sip a fifth slow

Crash around the main bent, straight, no chaser

Silencer on the mic stand, scope no laser

My bitches stand heels, tie up around the calf shields

Leaving movie reels, exquisite ruby hills

Glance and feel the dreams, dirty as Bronson

Head filled with more schemes, than snakes in the garden

I tippy toe like Samurai, slit a throat, don't stand by

Interview in fields of landmines, perform live

During outbreaks, Ebola virus, outline the mic case

Pace gracefully faster than swimmer from shark

I'm known for a spinning darts toward your melenin in dark

Stopping ain't at number one without a shotgun

Platinum platinum, or just Bronze, I'm out, one

The Wisemen Approaching, we come from the hills

Leave your science books open, counting all the shells

Approaching a black hoody, Timb size twelve

Escape with the knowledge of self, polish your health

M.C.'s who believe I'm not king of Detroit

Indestructable, 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 Linx

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

Gave a sigh of relief, when Bronze finally got a piece

In a magazine, catastrophe for all wack M.C.'s

New begins, revolutionize, organize the business

Your rap kinds is bygones, so long to pretending

Return of the gutter and grit, the streets have been thirsting for this

Since Re-Birth of a Prince, back to

Niggas who spit, darts that shatter bricks

Grimey as a park bench, built in a cement

Sick like a Cedar Point trip, mobster down

When a roller coast' erupt until now, that's on some old shit

Build my lab with black bricks, sip the liquor frequent

On Sam Cooke nights, my mind sits inside the precent

Indecent as delinquets, running cash to the street pimps

Hethens deal stones, to clones in an oasis

Gates is open, I stole the pens out the hinges

Blair Witch darkness, I need a harness, I travel so far

Park the '84, and saw a scene so raw

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

Invade a brother 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

Disect the earth plates, and exhale a sandstorm

Transform and crash with impacts of 9/11

7 Kevlaar, God, me or the reverend

They say you are what you speak, so I read 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

Pulling nines, like a nigga with a pain his tooth

Dark clouds got me feeling like I'm caught in the phase

How I'm living, not the sick kind, bundles and trays

Hustle hard, can't survive, pitching minimum wage

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

Blame the concrete jungle for my animal ways

I ain't saying I'm the greatest, but the one in the flesh

Place the game like my blood line was mixed with Artest

Ain't 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

From the 'jects, no regrets, my respect, no easy

Shit is dope, what make it even harder to cope

Seeing hell, not the light, through the end of the scope