Philo: Metatron: Wisdom Songtext / Lyric

Yo, Oh No, what up papa?

This that slime shit

R.I.P. Sean Price

R.I.P. Phife Dawg

Love, peace, and fight for '93

Let 'em know Pazzy






Removed by the council of the masters of a teacher

The process went much deeper, I'm a believer

I turn batiman body into ether

The fellow sufferer who want to stand to God, neither

Son talked wild and they popped him like Don Diva

I told my shooter not to put the body on a visa

The son beast need more base, I called Giza

Marc Anthony knew a death before Caesar

Give 'em the business and then send 'em to where the ghost is at

Armed heavenly arm, Gucci over the shoulder strap

Where my fucking soldiers at? All over Jehovah map

Make the toaster clap and put two to your spine like Moses back

This how you supposed to rap, how you fucking roast a track?

This is where fiction and non-fiction can overlap

Fronting like you ain't intimidated, but you know it's that

A worker just a worker, so tell me where the all the coka at



It's that wise older brother, the murderous raspy voice

They waiting for what I spit, MCs get dealt with

That's why somebody got to bleed

You should've let me chill, leave me be



It's that wise older brother, the murderous rapping voice

They waiting for what I spit, MCs get dealt with

That's why somebody got to bleed

So calm down clown 'fore I bring the pound down



Enscribed in a cunieform text on a cylinder

And Babylon was forced to shoot it out like Dillinger

They talk of revolution, but nobody is willing to

The way to deal with Lady Liberty is by killing her

A wise man said, "A good scotch never spoils"

The same man said, "A watched pot never boils"

I had every intention to rock, but it got foiled

The cavemen still can't live on hot soil

The PSA cage just slashed 'em in the vestabu

The brain matter looked like vegetables

My philosophy of living isn't too technical

The Yves Saint Laurent is ready to wear reputable

The Desert E .50 cal big as a rhinoceros

The four sided monument, they call it, "Black Obelisk"

Pressing it in every cell of the body like phosphorus

I don't do it simply, it's simply God consciousness



It's that wise older brother, the murderous raspy voice

They waiting for what I spit, MCs get dealt with

That's why somebody got to bleed

You should've let me chill, leave me be



That wise older brother, the murderous rapping voice

They waiting for what I spit, MCs get dealt with

That's why somebody got to bleed

So calm down clown 'fore I bring the pound down