Wisemen - Super Bowl Cipher Lyrics

Yo 2006, Down town Detroit, Fuck Larry Brown
Exploit from out of town, climb mountains fell down
So I'm on some, Charles Bronson Action monsoon
Barrel at my waist shaped like raccoons

All these out of towners man, It's lookin' real sweet
We was starvin' for a meal but now it's time to eat
Loadin' up the pistols, Black hoods, Straight for the creep
Plus my daughter need pampers, New shoes on her feet

Yo dealin' with rapture, My mind intertwine, Swine with pain
It rains so my brain taps, It's hard to maintain, Super Bowl
Parties Bacardi, Two hundred dollars for the tickets
Man split that, I thank God, Ill I'm gifted
Seven Wisemen, We in let's begin (Seven Wisemen, We in let's begin)

We the Bettis rhyme bangers, We slangin' or whatever
Smokin an eyes ringer, Burnin a brain retina
Better cover your sweater, We niggas under the weather
Snatchin' a life, Motherfuckers maintain us

Ford Field in the D made the setting more real
I'm a hustler, connected with all boosters and smugglers
The ultimate comes concierge ticket scalping the box seats
I want my hands on em, Tryna stack grams on em

My steel, Seahawk blue, Brain off too
Baby due, I'll throw the bullets and you receive
If money grow on trees then then I'm tryin' to rake the leaves

From the city of the hard knocks, Streets we lust
Fourth and inches ain't no doubt, Put our faith in the bus
Get us there, To that prize fam, Truly untouched
Believe in God but it's the gats and the burners we trust

Unjust strangle hold, Behold the bold native
Straight up, Hold the gate up, Slap the nasty fader
Steal a pro tools, Yall can feel my love jones

Patron don't get along, I'm nice plus I'm strong
Blaze said he can't get along, J made Elway
Throw a pass for a long touch down
Seven Wisemen and yo, We around just get down
Seven Wisemen and yo, We around just get down

Welcome home Jerome, Cobo next Welcome home baby
Ray Heart Plaza, Where the sales bonanza
Tee shirts to posters, My motto is the same
I will not lose you can charge it to the game

Got the linesman's gloves plus I shoe shine mugs
Seat two twenty-three, Introduce my thoughts
Fireworks at half time, Not on the field but off
When I spotted 'em, Gave a cough to lick off at kick off

We stay SEAin like hawks, Mad steel when we walk
Foul play, Fuck around and have you tracin' some chalk
For the glow, On the low I will rip you a part
For some Kangols, I'm supplying life fully with sparks

Shit, Yeah, Yeah, And sparks nigga, Word up
It's getting wise nigga (06 nigga) Word up
The fuckin cipher continues