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Chris B I don't think you want to step in this cipher Fuckin' round with a dog, guess what Woo-haa I'll bite ya Excite ya like the fourth of July I ain't no lie I caught a glimpse of the new moon Under some slanted eyes Memorize the crowd Leavin' their tongues hanging and all Gawking and gasping Constantly asking Did you see what I saw? If this blueprint hits this combination Lets put it together See the hook put with Spark That's way beyond clever Wally Boy Wonder Chorus: Eyes itchy, green smoke, erupts, lit up Roll the windows up (Repeat) Beats on wax while I laced the joint Letras de cancionesIt's like Da Vinci's poetic forms Inscribed on silver point I'm on the scene, Magazines Clips and shits Making heads splatter Like super cooled glass Between all states of matter Kid I ain't a gunfighter, but a blunt lighter But if it's a Ez Wider, I'll twist it tighter I'm on attack from the AK I avoid jacks from fat cats Or it's fatality in 64 combats Then I disappear like reptile Child I freak a mild It's my escape file JK rippin' up shit I'm mellow when my head's lit The dagger performs the blunt split On this chest be this Caucasian crest Lyrics that sting just like a hornet's nest I'm blunt blowed Explode in C4 bits Fuck the flashy videos I'd rather be on underground radios Getting blunted out in the studio Giving props to my peeps As I flash Adidas sneaks Wyze G, Mr. Blood and Mark 7 We Mad Clever Chorus: My clever mind manipulations of that monk Close kept cats smoke a blunt to this funk. (Repeat) Wyze G On the set with Constantine I'm lifted mad high as a sky riser Sippin' E and J A 24 of Budwiser On the planet ain't gonna find a emcee live a Then me Wyze G tha Analyza I stay black, Wally stay white Mad mad mad clever we stay tight Introducing Shorty Smooth and that's J Knight When we ready for who ever Heads get severed When we put mad clever words together Wally rock the Shell Toe I'm in the Air Max, and hoody sweater Alright Who want to challenge us? Pursue it Come on Who want to test us? Do it Do it You don't have a chance to step to it My shit wasn't no river So you can't run through it Your dry lyrics ain't got enough fluid Never sleep on me and this amazing Crazy Caucasian Your facing annihilation Freakin' skills beyond John Blazin' I'll let Sparks split ya with the sharp golden axe still twirlin' Wally laced the tracks You end up trapped up by his whirlwind I'm puffin' sacks in the back Gettin' a wax job from your girlfriend When I grab the mic, this is my throne When Wally bring the whirlwind My style is similar to a super cyclone Rappin' against me is fuckin' fatal in my zone When we preform, we drop shit worse than hell storms It's bad weather Wyze G and Mark Samuel we Mad Clever What what what what we Mad Clever Know that My penetrating thoughts inner twine Through the mind No emcee can survive line for fuckin' line My illustrate rhyme is so divine I'm like any other guy sometimes Guzzle Mike Lemonade or a fifth of Balentine When I drop shit Hit like a elbow from Greg Valentine The hard hammer The ill critical lyrical body slammer More complex then your simple Country Grammar I burn slow like fire dro Your like a fifty sack of bammer Worthless I found out that you as a style was fake When I was scratch beneath the surface Me and Junior Knight supreme level Mad Mad Clever individuals Number one rule to this emcee shit Is be original Write the book right illustrated Shorty the Stoned Drunk Criminal Giving it to ya in ya face raw uncut Like Cuban coke Wyze G, Mark 7 we no joke What Mad Clever is how we stay And this is how me and JK get down in the A. K. That for sizzle I'm tellin' ya right now my nizzle When I make the spot hot, you best believe the sizzle Alright. That one. For me and my son (Thanks to Alison for these lyrics) From Letras Mania