Artist: Wisemen f/ Killah Priest, Vast Aire Album: Wisemen Arrived Song: Iconoclasts (Premix) Typed by: Cno Evil, Knowledge God, DaSun Akbar [Salute] 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 space 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 [Bronze Nazareth] My cyclone poems 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 stoves of Maytag Carry more blades than grass in your yard, grab your rake I'm original, man on the take, burn it and shake Roll them, blow them, the solar fell out the blood bank The Wu-Fam armory, my beats got bodies Know to roll you in the grave, with the tip of a shotty Pasadena 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 oversear, I bleed it Nigga, your crime will Crystal Mountain, just to try to go see it My life is a movie script, John Singleton greet me The blood flow like magma, harder then 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 lock your grip Cardinal, Wu symbol conglomerate Team will 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 [Phillie] End endurance, niggas is wack when spitting raps Get back to whatever y'all 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 bona-fide 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 with dutches as long as a pool stick And make sure everybody down for this movement Niggas is apple pies, soft as cool whip And Detroit cats be the last niggas to full with [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 nigga Fearing the legend, the reverend, predicted the cold night Black ski mask, yo, I'm the cross in the sights I climb the hill of the ill with a concrete sword And rode my hood, joe, as the hero of the world [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 Wisemen, 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 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'll 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 drowning Sitting on the same corner, frowning This is L.X.G., microphone clowning [Outro: Killah Priest (Kevlaar 7)] Yeah... what up... Michael Vangelo... My nigga Vast Aire.. Cannibal Ox.. the Wisemen (Killah Priest), Kings Row Music, (K7, the bull Phillie Illadayz, Bronze Naz, Salute the muthafucking Kid I told ya'll niggas, Wisemen, we here, Kings Row, nigga) Yeah...