Wise Intelligent

Wise Intelligent - Underground Spiritual Game lyrics

rate me

I am the truth, I’m the light, I’m the way shit used to be before you sold out

No doubt, I’m clear bout who I am

don’t wanna be anyone else on the planet but Djezuz

oh he’s just, literally out of his right mind

I’m quite fine, I write rhymes for my hood from a heavenly high place

Think twice before steppin to my face, by God’s grace, I’ll dead them

Behead him, for the blaspheme, Liar, it isn’t just hot its Fire

My ughhhhh, style does…more in a verse than most spit on a whole disc

Niggas know this, but ask them…they’ll LIE, falsify my original freshness

They’ll try, but like a baptized baby God blessed this, old win

In a new skin, introducing, thee UnConKable, Djeez Djonez

Hip Hop don’t stop Keep on, Second Coming gottem runnin get gone

Peace, Assalamu alaikum shalom, oh this nigga so not Rome

Never do what the Romans do

even if Caligula offering a nigga 50 million, 10 women and a room with a view

persecuted for the truth I spew, Hebrews don’t get it confused

these dudes lack clues I’m Him WHO YOU?

You know Djezuz, I really don’t know who you are anymore

I mean…all this time that we’ve been together and I thought I knew you

What I’m sayin is you’re a good man and all, and I really do love you

I just don’t understand how you can be so inconsiderate of my feelings

You write songs about loving, respecting and protecting women

But I don’t think you’ve ever honestly loved any of the sisters you’ve called yours Enough to convince them that you were ever theirs as much as they were yours

They got meall fucked up all confused, all twisted

Cause I gotta lotta black folk listeninggovernment got me blacklisted,

I’m in my whipper whippin, BlackCherry Manischewitz I’m sippin

I’m gifted, the present; the futures investment

Wait a minute let me shine my halo

Some peddle yayo, honest it’s not me

If I never got knowledge and acknowledged God the Father

Would I pitch dope, I don’t know prolly

That’s how this ghetto got we, this deprivations makin

A nig*a sell his soul to Satan, escaping poverty’s concentration

Neurotoxins plaguing the hood and the way black babies in the hood behaving

Can’t save’em, actin all savage, this is what happens when your ruled by cavemen…

Never mind what I am sayin, find a bride while my new shit playin

Cut her eye’s over here she’s taken, father of general civilization

Classes, the masses from Jerusalem to Nazareth

Know and understand I know what the math is

Never let em get a hold of my black ass

Locked up in the Garden state, not quite Gethsemane

Caligula sending me threats that he bet he’ll erase my memory

Before Timothy Ima be Djezuz

It’s like “spiritual game” or something? No different in many ways than the games ran on Sisters by brothers of a lesser understanding, which actually makes it worse I don’t know what’s what and considering the other sisters in your life I don’t know Who’s who? I mean…am I your queen? Is she your queen? Do you love her more or less than I? Why do you not respond to my complaints, am I not worthy of some clarity? How can you come into my life for a season and disappear for two? You're NOT even listenin Djezuz

Should I dumb my oratory down to a corner story now

To afford a better lifestyle, never that I’ll lay my life down

For the children of the promise like right now

shoot… Break enter and loot this system,

for everything taken from the innocent

impenitent, rich slave makers of the poor remember when

you refused to give water to the thirsty, New Jerusalem

better known as Jersey, never gave one fuck

bout a black child stuck in legislated subhuman tough luck

misinterpreted tough luck, like history experience, misery experienced

wasn't the result of how you always hated us?

Segregated plus, isolated us Integrationist

brown vs the board was a double edged sword In the greater sense,

we were greater when, we were teaching our own seeds

Providing our own needs, community a virtual all black wall street

When your blueprint that nig*a call me, that’s all she wrote.

So that’s all I’m writin now, I’m doin my mama proud,

Espousing Low income housing underground spiritual game

Never wonder bout a lyrical flame, I’m hot

I’m the only muthafuckin hope Hip Hop got…

Shiiiiiiit, I ain’t who you thought I am damn!

Just like I thought no response, no reply

I’m right here Djezuz, and I have always been

Matter fact we’re right here, and we’ve always been

Not that I’m not just speaking for myself alone, I’m speaking for US

The women in your life who have always loved you and always will

Can we get half the integrity and commitment you give to the calling?

Can we be loved in the same measure in which you love this work?<br />

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Thanks to feel

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