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wisemen - thirsty fish (feat. raekwon) lyrics

[intro: bronze nazareth]
yeah
kevlaar on the beat
yeah
yo, i’ma let it soak in like some good soup on these n-ggas for a minute, man
uh-huh
you know what it is. it’s sparky anderson in the building, baby. (gimme that one more time!)
yeah
let it float, like a white owl above your senses, man
(blow out your senses with that while owl, baby!)
aight

[verse 1: bronze nazareth]
yo, my soul’ll glisten
jackie joyner flow, drippin’
mo’ sick than a pigeon
buddha make em’ television
blu-ray precision
blow a rise out ya engine
not to mention, my enrichment make powder glow
long arm pro
one novel split your avocado
green cap, penny top rap
cat-walker model
tyra bank, queen sheba meet her swallow liters
crawl across burning desert, mount st. helen fever
toast with a blunt, caught me golden retriever
green paper on tap like oxygen, two hydrogen pieces
this be my nitro glycerin thesis
over some duct tape, white doves and death to the speaker
found my luck laid with gloves like o.j. with ether
see the dope game?
it’s the same, it’s or, or either
now my waist got burns the size of 9 millimeter
i treat her how i treat her
liter after liter
smoke cedar after cedar, still breathalyze cleaner than a 12-step leader
bronzeman on the stand, never turn to tina
or parakeeter
right hand on the heater, knowin’ i barely t–the her

[verse 2: salute the kidd]
‘lute get it poppin like bottles
fly chicks and models
el dorados with the top tilt off
far from soft
from diggstown to a loft
real brick n-gga, workers lookin’ up to the boss
weight movers, each dudes scope-like view
style rugby, no pads, run through ya crew
the sh-t i do, unexplainable
liver than most
for the bread? meet his forehead with the toast
full fledged, off the ledge
live life on the edge
no comparisons, f-ck what you see on the tube
they don’t play us on the radio, so f-ck them too
hardcore, reward point blank range
on that hurricane tip, f-ck making it rain
storm defiant, skinny n-gga knockin’ out giants
k!lla season, presidential status: the clients
rise above tide, seat back enjoyin’ the ride
we employers of the corners, it’s the cowards that hide
hold my own weight, rocked out buck-65
ask about me in my gritty city, ‘lute get live!
eyes low, cause i stay high
far from average
street fighter, e. honda concrete savage
it’s a wrap kid, ya’ll figures stuck in a drought
known for x-ing n-ggas out, like my first name malc’
what i’m about, n-gga

[verse 3: raekwon]
call me prince charles
my mother stay rocked up and glocked up
rockin’ a gun umbrella, size 8 clarks
love the game, sweet sneakers and speakers
fly white beaches, pour shots
mister, it’s all rocks
that’s me, new flamer
double xl jag
baby blue nozzles, seaon nina
shoot like the new and improved
military regime rap
magazines jump off clean racks
wipe out the spouse, bag up
welcome to the house of flying daggers, where n-ggas get grabbed up
sn-tched like the actress, act up
the van with the old man drivin’ wit’ the hammer, that’s black bud
sl-t n-ggas go up in ya b-tch b-tt
owe that money, we comin’ at ya -ss like, “w-ssup?”
you gon’ die, n-gga you won’t lie
i figured i could help you
my homie, you wan’ ride?

- wisemen lyrics

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