to sing management's explaining, entertaining to the industry they've heard the same spiel a million times maybe two or three the illusion is sealed the band's all wrapped in chains
If We Are Marked On Forehead Or Wrist The Lion Will Be The Judge Slay The Wolves With Fire From Your Hands Is It Wisdom To Play By The Rules If They
for best, to rise You've just arrived the quest is driven through Passion To play through pain and love the game Passion To break the chain and blaze
judgement Your movement's similar to a serpent Tried to play straight, how your whole style bent? Consequence is no coincidence Hypocrites always want to play
players ain't as half as real They just wanna get up in you like Mass & Gill But me, I need a wisdom, play it like wifey Well mannered, understand the
when I rap it ain't no punchlines I be on the highway dirty, crunch time N o timeouts homeboy, just one time If they find that stashbox, just one time
prophet, you just are I'm not insane cause I have no need for my sanity It's just another chain that keeps me from reality Reality is mine to play with
play the part [Ikon speaking] like that! like that one time, like that one time, like that one time my man Stoupe in the house, like that one time, like
He wore a song around his neck Like some medal of honor He carried his wisdom like a knife An empty pocket was a temporary chain Knowing you've got it
, it ain't no punchlines I be on the highway dirty, crunch time N o timeouts homeboy, just one time If they find that stash box, just one time S***,
to hit Without the wisdom of knowing I'm off the chain with this shit Now your feelings done got involved and you ain't glad with a fuck And you wonder why all the players
from with the gods focus on hard Laid up smoking cigars Motioning maids to bring me toast and eggs Kosher, ice chokers and wolves to smoke ya my wisdom
rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners.. You wanna buy time? I'm the seller of minutes I give you every second low-priced, if I so lies; the truth is Time
nigga with cash flow Say men are all the same, what we need to do is break this chain You got a job part-time and school's your night thing With dreams
, far wiser creatures play, and in their veins and sinews, live the Gods of yesterday. Both wicked and lustful this God's horny might, He plays hide