Semi Six - Wise Guy Lyrics

      

Wise Guy
by Semi Six

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 Wise guy with a wise mind

 Air Max nine five

 Juvenile in the nine nine

 Fly like a falcon I shine just like I’m Primetime

 D. Sanders

 Heard ya new album went into deep laughter

 Squeeze hammers

 Shaolin kicks

 When I defeat rappers

 Huey Newton wicker chair pose

 Y'all niggas Pink Panther

 Michael Jeffery Jordan I make buckets

 24k nuggets in a-bundance

 Spray Ace of Spade trumpets

 Not the same cards this ain’t Uno dude

 Heavyweight Semi hit you with a Sumo move

 All my niggas packin' heat, so don’t lose yo cool

 They lookin for the Prince of Peace, but the tombstone moved

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 Look at his hands and feet to see the holes in em

 Give the news to his disciples that used to roll with em

 From the westside of the city, ain’t no ho in em

 Gotta be the real Semi Six, he got some Lo wit em

 See the mountains from the Santa Monica pier

 Don of the year

 I wave a wand a pawn disappear

 In my country all the money got faces of slave owners

 FBAs term for white racist cops is race soldiers

 The mission still get reparations it ain’t over

 We still got a long way to go but we way closer

 Rap niggas bite the rhymes so hard they break molars

 Don’t talk that boss shit to me nigga ya wage lower

 On my Goodfella shit like Tommy, Henry and Jimmy

 I’m all about the Bentleys and Benji’s

 My wife rockin' Fendi and Fenty

 Henny and Remy

 Ya pen game is pissy and shitty

 You Milly Vanilli

 I bust til the semi is empty

 Blood drippin' from my sword I’m the sharpest

 Take ya wack raps and I put it by the garbage

 Pulled a 45 out the crate and shot a target

 Another day another rhyme book you not an artist

 Yo

 My shit is a Beanie Sigel page

 El Chapo underground tunnels doing illegal trades

 Kept all the laws and commandments ,not the evil ways

 Seated in the throne in the city, all the people gave

 Presents and gifts

 Mojave desert crescents and cliffs

 My presence is bliss

 On corners giving peasants some cents

 My weapons is blicks

 I only need a second to lift

 You dead in a ditch

 In Kemet see me etched in a glyph

 It’s like Chef Raekwon how I make the food

 Breaks and grooves

 Still rock Lo

 Never Bape and Rhude

 Never heard niggas sayin Jael wack

 I knock the armor off of a soldier from a Clydesdale’s back

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 Word to the wise peace to Joey and Noah

 I’m Mustafa raising lions not coyotes and cobras

 Plymouth Rock niggas still put jabroni’s in comas

 Imma keep my hands clean and send shinobi’s to poke ya

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 Deal the music like Escobar and Tse Chi Lop

 D.E.A tryna get me cuz the CD dope

 You can see me on a block with graffiti wrote

 Or with my wife on a beach with her bikini soaked

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 Private island beach that’s the view today

 Bloody fists wrapped up in bandages from the Kumite

 Dragon punch right to the chest, make em move away

 Me and 2 doing these tracks, like we Cube and Dre

 I’m a shoe away

 Military 4 color blue and gray

 Plug next to the work yell ayudame

 Only know a lil Spanish what do I say ?

 Reigning champ of the ring they scream Ali BUMAYE

 With this rap shit I’m Pistol Pete and Syd Vicious

 These Semi auto’s real Magneto is fictitious

 Lil nigga you infant clothes

 Baby I’m big britches

 Word to wise, get lost or get with it