Lyrics Mixture of Muhammad (Original) - Wisemen

Ayo, guru of rhyme voodoo, guns big as M'tulu
Rule two realms, yo watch me cool off hell
My grill ain't icey, but for real, I get dicey
And slice three books into the gospel of me
Fifty states of mayhem, Imaad bread bread
Dred scott for the basis, give me my brush to paint this
Aim razors at faces, that mandated us nameless
Now flavors are tasteless, the wind just takes it
I have a gift intended to uplift
Come on vocal sample lady, yo sing that shit
I came and went, blazed and bent
Drawing from my heart aiming to pay my rent, got damn it
Specializing, life times of rhyming inclined
To do crimes, man, to spit full time
I seen Ray walk inside beams of sunshine
Inhale brail, exhale scenes of lifetimes
Eyelids are heavy, steady spit deadly hybrid
Climb ten ladders, leap inside my brain matter