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| Infinite Miscellaneous Wise Guys Verse 1 It's like kliq klaq we barrie dat bark 'em wit da chrome I got your house surrounded gasoline floodin' ya home Line up a target, some men deh walk and deh chat But if a guy get outta hand I'll tare a match and try to light dat Look, my spirit ain't tryin' to see no badness But if the devil interferes I'm going out like Mr. Gladus It's on the weather if my my mood is gloomy or shinin' But if the sun ain't shinin' den you check me bad timin' My mind is free from all the dust, gotta bust While I'm wisdom knowledge, I guess you through me off misunderstanding My mom's is having nightmare of me dying Which devil is tryin' ta slit my throat I don't know But meantimin' out in da world, a man might swear I'm on some insane shhhh, Put 'em in his own trunk and roll his ass off a f#@!n' cliff Try to understand my mind body and soul Everything is still cool, but try to snatch you get ya head blown Chorus Streetlife and the laws, Wise Guys are never wrong Ain't nuttin' sweet, Cross pendants to dirty kronze Prepare for the worst, but if your grain don't miss Dirty gauge supports my hip, wrap tools in hankerchiefs Infinite, Wise Guys are never wrong Ain't nuttin' sweet, lye down flat just for da cause Prepare for the worst, but if your grain don't miss Dirty gauge supports my hip, wrap tools in hankerchiefs Verse 2 I'm standin' out ya gates wit all ya f'in' windows open Look straight inside my eyes and see if dis kid here is jokin' Nothin' but darkness lookin' in now all your fear's are open I never eat meat that's one thing I'm not promotin' Forget what he say Get off da freeway, my rhyme ain't never going dat way So here what I say, your gettin' caught up in a knot Watch what ya talkin', I'm puttin' kikos on da spot Great minds think alike but you mind is different from my mind It's set like thirty three of bones going down ya spine So what, a scawer pad to scrub da rust go call ya boss I got somethin' to burn and turn dis 'ish into a holocost Chorus Verse 3 Line up a food, these fools is out to get served right up da block Already cocked and switched it off lock grab papers and rocks He kept the mudge in his socks I glanced a glare of Roosters siren It wasn't us the Rex is heat up, like movin' amos in the mouth of madness Right through da top where skulls crack We smarter den dat, he's sprawled out on the flat of his back Deh scared just by day way deh rap and I ain't gotta prove dat Just by da way dat deh act with Infinite so wheel it back. Chorus (Outro) |
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