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Iconoclasts (Explicit) - Wisemen/Vast Aire Of Cannibal Ox/Killah Priest
I spit at these lyrics
So vivid they pictures
On project walls twelve feet tell
Hell grease ya'll
Fire brimstone the writer grim poems
Edgar Allen Poe with the flow
Goes the silencer upon the cold nozzles
Of the four four caliber shot shot
No more challenger woolie show like Gallagher
Ink pens in my hand like a spraypaint caint
You can't resist your mind
The black Michaelangelo
Hands'll sculpt the Eiffel tote
The mics I broke
Residue leads to a trail
Another Priest tale
Death I pulled the witch lord king
That rip off wings
When I spit 16 it gets extreme explicit scene
No more dreams just cold screams happening
Re occuring rappers wanna perform
They need insurence
My cyclone poem fix the roof of the Superdome
You crash your plane in my building
Just try'nna 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
Pasidena lobby bullet holes
From robbery probably
Veins made of cobblestone
B**ches 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
Ni**a 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
Ni**a 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 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
Niggas is apple pies soft as coolwhip
And Detroit cats be the last niggas to full 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
I'm signed for life years
Now it's pitch black my ni**a
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
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 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
Yeah what up Michael Vangelo
My ni**a Vast Aire Cannibal Ox the Wisemen
Killah Priest Kings Row Music K7 the bull Phillie
Illadayz Bronze Naz Salute the muthaf**king Kid
I told ya'll niggas Wisemen we here Kings Row ni**a
Yeah
