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lirik lagu wordz of the wize – dyemond lewis

[verse 1: dyemond lewis]
word of the wize
see don’t you let your guard down
cuz n-ggas ’round here be frontin’
sayin’ they prayin’ but let they guard down
like all the time. it’s funny they spending time
bagging dimes and packing 9’s
while your boy dymez behind the blinds, writing lines
like bad students, you know that cut cl-ss and expectin’
to p-ss through it. foolish, no bad influence
just bad at their mathematics and started loving his music
started loving his next b-tch, by two weeks i blew it
like screw it, my screws is loose and my dreams is becoming lucid
or maybe it’s these fluids they gave me that got me zooted
or maybe my teacher’s right; maybe i could be stupid
but f-ck it, they can’t prove it
maybe i’m just a g*nius, that’s slackin’ all my cl-sses
cuz i’m sneakin’ with my p-n-s
but little do they know my mind is always where the green is
and i’m always producing crack, so you know i’m where them fiends is
and it’s not like this is fitted for me, no seamstress
it’s getting tiring but mom said i ain’t seein’ stress
but i’ve been at it for days, and i need rest
but something’s telling me this here just ain’t the real test

[hook]
it’s like words of, let a n-gga speak on it (word up)
it’s like words of, let a n-gga speak on it

[verse 2: dyemond lewis]
wordz of the wize
see don’t you let your mom down
cuz girls nowadays be bugging
slowly becoming moms now
so maybe mom was right when she told me to keep them rubbers on me
in case they rub up on me
cuz papa’s a player, and she hope that that ain’t rub off on me
but i’mma focus the night come, the night come i jab the pen like tyson
so get this right, i always work on my punchlines before i try to fist fight
cuz where i’m from you wearin’ that watch, but hug your wrist tight
cuz that 3 train to the crown heights at the late night’s not a good sight
hit you on sight, when they see you but
’nuff of these previews, we only wanna live regal
wanna make it out of this system but all our efforts is feeble
unable to keep the seedling, they plottin’ to turn the table and
put y’all in your cradle cuz y’all n-ggas is babies
nah, you only fetus. nah really, you only feed us
i got an appet-te for any whack -ss rapper
that’s thinkin’ they could see us and
you walk beneath us like rubble under the feet
you sore losers, they crumble under defeat
momma, i know you doubt me but one of these days you’ll see
i promise

[hook]

- dyemond lewis

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