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letra de wisemen approaching - wisemen

[intro: bronze nazareth]
the sun’ll fall before i lose…
yeah… put your dice up on this sh-t, man…
throw your bags out, kid, get the sh-t ready…
yo… heavy as the chevy… yo, yo

[bronze nazareth]
i’m blowed 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 bitely
i scope and deliver, rhyme quote gran 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 b-tches stay in heels, tie up around the calf shields
live in movie reels, exquisite ruby hills
‘ghans 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 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 melanin in dark
stopping in at number one without a shotgun
maybe platinum, or just bronze, i’m out, one

[chorus: bronze nazareth]
the wis-m-n approaching, we come from the hills
leave your science books open, count all the sh-lls
approach ina black hoody, timbs size twelve
escape with the knowledge of self, polished in health

[phillie]
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
f-ck 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 beginnings, 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
n-ggas who spit, darts that shatter bricks
grimey as a park bench, built in a cement
sick like a cedar point trip
my ups and downs been a roller coaster
up until now, that’s on some old sh-t

[chorus]

[kevlaar 7]
build my lab with black bricks, sip the liquor frequent
on sam cooke nights, my mind sits inside the precinct
indecent as delinquents, running cash to the street pimps
heathens 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 n-ggas 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
dissect the earth plates, and exhale a sandstorm
transform and crash with impacts of 9/11
7 kevlaar, god, me or the reverend

[salute]
they say you are what you speak, so i leak the truth
heard the beat in my sleep, wrote my thoughts in the booth
if it’s war, i’m on the line, first n-gga to shoot
pulling nines, like a n-gga with a pain his tooth
dark clouds got me feeling like i’m caught in the phase
how i’m living, not the sitcom, bundles and trades
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 it run in the flesh
pace the game like my blood line was mixed with artest
ain’t no cameras round here, got the media scared
just a bunch of n-ggas hoodied up and fully prepared
wis-m-n, so i do, wise things, believe me
from the ‘jects, no regrets, my respect, not easy
sh-t is dope, what make it even harder to cope
seeing h-ll, not the light, through the end of the scope

[chorus]

- wisemen

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