Get Wise ’91

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Edan] I be the E to the Deluxe, A to the N For all you businessmen, ain't saying it again I got rhymes galore, much more than your Rap dinosaur, poor self-claimed connoisseurs Literature hurts when dealing with short skirts Never fess technique, immaculate and effortless The top of Mount Everest, yes, the best bet Express non-stop, all aboard to the core Raw Relaxor, for the fact you're Craving, paving this route, just like a tractor Taking the time, to be making a rhyme Equivalent to a prevalent shrine That's dedicated to the utmost elevated Whether it's off the top or pre-meditated Listener elixir, my words be medicated The verbs regenerated, the crowd was animated If you're evaluating me, what would it be? Number 1, 2, or 53? Well, it really don't make a fucking difference to me 'Cause I'll be doing this for eternity Learn to be the best MC that's steps ahead Didn't have a plan, so you was left for dead Didn't have a van, so you rode your bicycle Birth and death is just a part of the life cycle Watching a ball game, you want to be like Michael But he can't be you, that ain't see through That's the true facts don't idolize him Lace up your kicks, bust your ass to the gym Develop your skills, explore and work hard Know yourself and never desert God 'Cause that's the free force, the infinite resource I used to eat spaghetti with tomato and meat sauce Now I rock veggies with the sautéed tofu Demolishing a pimp politician, 'cause I'm supposed to [Verse 2: Mr. Lif] So here's where it starts, I rip apart charts and break hearts Balance book knowledge with street smarts A man from your fleet thought he's found, he's fucking fickle Pass the sickle (Chill) – here's a riddle: Now who abuses money from taxes? Makes a law, then seals it from the people to make sure that it passes Using evil's axis to access to all become fascists Using our greatest fears to lash us (Usher?) No another sucker, he's got a bottom lip and no upper Coming from the state down under (Texas) Yeah, he had a real good time there with his salt and pepper hair Sending brothers to the chair (Bush!) Yeah, you guessed it I could smell the dawn of armageddon when this dick was elected Anger stored in hangars, weapons and propaganda Conveyed via camera, penetrate the slander Those who dove into the pot that's melting But waited eternally in line for a helping You step before your turn, they bite your fucking hand like the Bore worms Breaking you down with more germs Disease is corrosive, light is highly explosive Rhymes are cocked and loaded; niggas oppose Lif? I'm wrecking your dome, while I'm escaping your focus So pick your savior, nigga – Jesus, Michael, or Joseph I played when I was younger, but those days have passed (Yo, what you do now?) I rip frames and laugh I'm bombing your set like I'm a poet Four heads from four Feds who got dizzy once they saw dreads Yeah, they represent power It means that when you come too hard at me, I'm going to charge you by the hour They bonded together and now they're strong, presumably My locks are proof that there is strength in unity So now it's possible, I'm the son probable, I see through all the bull While you're in the huddle, call the audible Stop and realize, you're the captain of a ship that has capsized Words from a brother who raps wise