Lyrics Sleepers - Wisemen

When I wild out my whole crew go bananas
Pull out dey da tools and start nailing wit dey hammers
Bars sturdy like da cage dat hold lifers in da slammers
When wise men approach niggaz know to hit da canvas
Got a wild style profile consist of no smiles
Blow trail for glow now to stack dough piles
Appetite for terror like a plantiff in error
Da Unabomber rhyming cold shoulder to da honor
New jersey driving on da roof wit da llama
Promote da drama don king stations on da grind
Still spit da jelly poison lubricating minds
Been assigned to shine off my rays like da sun
Discombobulater I can lay pipe to a nun
Bring excitement everytime I step to the circle
Blowing purple wit da king in a noble green robe
Wont hesitate ta fold u like clean clothes
And stroll da globe profession now cause my life at stake
Thought for food while my spoon scraping diamond plates
Make a mistake dat a be da last to remember
Toe tagging for a living turn ya life ta December
Gargle lava in da winter gasolining on tracks
Scheming wit ax triple beam leave u on flats muthafuckas

Ima rhyme until the sun burn out
The moon black, Bronze man with metal hands is back
Black hoodie, in your backyard, scheming
Me needing money, is like evil to a demon
Sin to a devil, ya thin bulletproof
Impregnated by a nickel plated, thru ya necklace bezel
Steal the jezebel, forever dwell where I wheel my el camino thru hell
The fire is the concrete, heat boil the rain water
This is chainslaw slaughter, a-bomb
Aimed at 51 borders, shifty clean lawyers
Queen daughter, cross her
I throw ya family bodies over Mexican borders
Order they murders like I′m at the meat market
Heat sparkin, heat seeking murder jargon it be leakin
Leave you leanin, like a pimp in the late evening
On Michigan ave slappin a bitch, with a pistol grip
Move the hive to Detroit, like temple one
Heavy cream we done breath to blow out the sun
Takes steps to cross over the grand canyon slum
It's simple son, I aint even chance the had
Roll up a reefer bag, like its a sleeping bag
It aint my time cause im ahead of it
Call me David Letterman
Late night crime rate spike veteran
Before the game start I already win

The sun explodes stars scatter wake the globe
Sleep if you need you feed death we on the throne
Bone piercing smoke your spirit
Loud niggas spit futures remember last stop breathing
The sun explodes stars scatter wake the globe
Sleep if you need you feed death we on the throne
Bone piercing smoke your spirit
Loud niggas spit futures remember last stop breathing