Wisemen, Beace - Faith Doctrine Lyrics

Uh, I ain't never gon' die!
You a muhfuckin' chicken, you ain't never gon' fly
Don't worry bout mine! You can't come and get it
What if Jordan played without Pippin
What matters is that it's scripted, I'm living within these words
The mic has shifted, I've risen you heard
Detroit number streets, gutter as rice and buttered beans
Hustle I can instruct you on how to be sucker free
My chicks divas, ya'lls barely hit the meter
We bangin' the yard, ya'lls ain't banging as hard
We was pitchin' raw, ya'lls wasn't crankin like ours!
Takin' steps, not elevating like ours!
This rap game easy, like Lil' Wayne, or Jeezy
Not saying it's easy when he's making a CD
But it's gon' take more than a streak to feed me
A dog chain to leash me,
A soft blade to crease me
We are not the same species!
Therefo', spare no expense in tryin' to take the game from beneath me

He who works like a slave, eats like a king
Boxspring to left wing linsguistic strings
Scheme on millions on my first leap, my district sings
7-6-0 Beemer, equipped with wings, no ceiling
Blowin white widow, Chris Spielmans
I may face east, and get to kneelin'
(Bow Bow Bow)
While some get shot, some die, none healing
I'm a soldier, cobra venom or the shots won't get 'em
Pop a loader in your hemi, hit a semi and flip it
Told ya, "Oprah in the air!" The Color Purple the chemist
Rhyme swine flu pandemic, stemmed from arsenic damage
Deep wounds, off protools, your carcass'll vanish
Deep tombs, with dark cemetery plots, Atlantis
Never found, like Hoffa bones or Iraq weapons boom

We been the dopest
Son'll catch like Jehovah
Shut the game down, it's over
Snare strike like a cobra
Colder this year, front-runner
Get it in gear, you bringin' up the rear
Comp aint nathin
We spit a doctrine you can put your faith in

Battle me better have a sick plan
Come wit' a army, nigga
Talkin' 'bout a hundred man
Never live 'laxed
Studied combat
Under Pressure, fuck around and make me relapse
Shit ain't changed, it's the same old loop
Same walkin' time bomb, first nigga to shoot
Wisemen.com, nigga, same old group
Camouflaged in the Coup, I be shittin' on niggas
Did you miss me? Now I'm back, sittin' on stacks
Watch, the pressure build up, make it hard to relax
Never testified once, raised my hand to the facts
Keep that mac
Keep a bad bitch, that's strapped
Known to glide when I fly, while your wings just flap
This is real rap capital Salute on the map

We been the dopest
Son'll catch like Jehovah
Shut the game down, it's over

Paper is my weapon of war, right or wrong
I am who I am, I'm a man of few words
With novelist nerves, throwin' model-less curves
The boatanist herb, keep my mind hoppin' curbs
Dropped on the first, then I copped a new curse
Lyrically Jack Johnson, floatin' and dodgin'
Reboundin' like Rodman
Slide in my draft day suit, like Jonathan Ogden
I pierced the coastline with
My tax bracket is like Rafael rackets
My bones is magnetic, my wallets kinetic
I got on late 'cause I'm ahead of my time
Poverty's defined, revolution and crime

We been the dopest
Son'll catch like Jehovah
Shut the game down, it's over
Snare strike like a cobra
Colder this year, front-runner
Get it in gear, you bringin' up the rear
Comp aint nathin
We spit a doctrine you can put your faith in