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wisemen - faith doctrine lyrics

[intro: wis-m-n]
we baaaaack… (yeah!)
back at it!
it’s the wis-m-n!
yeah! yeah!
(it’s one mo’ time, in this b-tch!) and i’m here!
(muhf-ckin sl!ck, baby let’s do it!)
yeah! (back at it again, muhf-cka!)
we in there this time!

[verse 1: phillie]
uh, i ain’t never gon’ die!
you a muhf-ckin’ chicken, you ain’t never gon’ fly!
don’t worry bout mine! you can’t come and get it!
what if jordan played without pippin?
what matters is that it’s scripted, i’m living within these words
the mic has shifted, i’ve risen you heard?
detroit number streets, gutter as rice and b-ttered beans
hustle and rockin’ a structure on how to be sucker free
my chicks divas, ya’ll barely hit the meter
we bangin’ the yard, ya’lls ain’t banging as hard!
we was pitchin’ rod, ya’lls wasn’t crankin like ours!
takin’ steps, not elevating like ours!
this rap game easy, like lil’ wayne, or jezzy
not saying it’s easy when he’s making a cd
but it’s gon’ take more than a streak to feed me, a dog chain to leash me, a soft blade to crease me
we are not the same species!
therefo’, spare no expense in tryin’ to take the game from beneath me!

[sample]
…and that’s the example of a shining city
…and it’s a story i didn’t read in a book, or learn in a cl-ssroom…
i lived it!

[verse 2: bronze nazareth]
he who works like a slave, eats like a king
box frame the left wing like wispy strings
skimming millions on my first week, my district sings
7-6-0 beemer, equipped with wings, no ceiling
blowin white widow, chris spillmans
i make heat, so get to kneelin’
(bow bow bow)
while some get shot, some die, none healing
i’m a soldier, cobra venom or the sharks won’t get ’em
pop a loader in your hemi, hit a semi and flip it
told ya, “oprah in the air,” the color purple the cabbage
mind, swine flu pandemic, stemmed from -rs-nic damage
deep wounds, on protools, your carc-ss’ll vanish
deep tunes, with dark cemetery plots, atlantis
never found, like hoffa bones or iraq weapons

[hook: beace]
we been the dopest
son’ll catch like jehovah
shut the game down, it’s over
snare strike like a cobra
colder this year, front-runner
get it in gear, you bringin’ up the rear
c-ck, aim, nathin!
we spit a doctrine you can put your faith in!

[sample]
…it’s a story, ladies and gentlemen, i didn’t read in a book, or learn in a cl-ssroom
i saw it and lived it!

[verse 3: salute the kidd]
battle me? betta have a sick plan
come wit’ a army, n-gga
talkin’ ’bout a hundred man
never live ‘laxed
studied combat
under pressure, f-ck around and make me relapse
sh-t ain’t changed, it’s the same old loop
same walkin’ time bomb, first n-gga to shoot
wis-m-n.com, n-gga, same old group
camouflaged in the coup, i be sh-ttin’ on n-ggas
did you miss me? now i’m back, sittin’ on stacks
watch, the pressure build up, make it hard to relax
never testified once, raised my hand to the facts
keep that mack
keep a bad b-tch, that’s strapped
known to glide when i ride, while your wings just flap
this is real rap
capital: salute on the map

[hook: beace]
we been the dopest
son’ll catch like jehovah
shut the game down, it’s over…

[verse 4: kevlaar 7]
paper is my weapon of war, right or wrong
i am who i am, i’m a man of few words
with novelist nerves, throwin’ model-less curves
to buyin’ this herb, keep my mind hoppin’ curbs
dropped on the first, then i copped a new curse
lyrically jack johnson, floatin’ and dodgin’
reboundin’ like rodman
slide in my draft day suit, like jonathan ogden
i pierced the coach-line with
my tax bracket is like rafael rackets
my bones is magnetic, my wallets kinetic
i got on late ’cause i’m ahead of my time
poverty’s defined, revolution and crime

[sample]
…a man with six calluses on both his hands, worked 15 and 16 hours a day
i saw him once literally bleed from the bottom of his feet…
…a man who taught me all i needed to know about faith and hard work, by the simple eloquence of his example

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