I swing my sword with no remorse I'm at a loss for words as I open throats vocal chords on the floor soaked in blood grounds a flood crown's the word sounds absurd frowns are worn pawns are thrown horns are blown nothing can calm the storm the battle's on, this is where a savage's home the damage alone fuels my manic soul as blades cut through bones pierce through domes, fear is shown as I near the throne firmly grippin' the sword in my palm the skies turned dark stabbed the man approaching and let it to corrode in his heart the path is quite short I'm forcing defeat going for the king in his seat he's chattering teeth I'm grinning indeed let him give a final speech to his peeps looked straight into his eyes told him fight for his life he acknowledged his chances were slim he was already dead within but he fought 'til the very end and died a death of honor I bestowed no mercy upon him as I sliced his head straight off his shoulder held it high in the sky and let his own folk know that their king had been overthrown

(Second verse) standing in corners and rapping we don't just brag about shit we're making it happen no matter the weather put us against anybody we always the better ones in 30 years they're gon' call me a rap veteran a name I'm gon' live up to alongside the entirety of my crew I bust through your speakers like Bruce Lee with Kung-Fu you're done fool left Wise at home, now I'm just going Dumb still got an intellect you can't cope with always got a pocket full of the sportmints my breath fresh like rhymes are nigga now quote this buy realer shit, fuck industries we underground, can't mimic this I ride bikes, eat rice write lines, drop these mics

Yeah, just cruise to this here. Drink your brews to this here Whatever you do don't lose to this here. This a soundtrack for victors Winner's round. Everybody hold up your liquor For all you hating pussies I got two middle fingers And a nice tasty dick for your bitches Haha, excuse my language If words do damage By the end of the song, I might've caused a rampage I don't do that goody goody talk, I'll leave that to Sam Smith Out here rappin', competition be vanquished but there's no need to escalate Imma keep it tranquil Yeah, got that slow flow on Suckas still can't keep up I'm so far gone, uh! Let the sound waves hit ya Don't trip, its an adventure Uh, let the sound waves hit ya Close your eyes and paint the picture Yeah, everything in slow mo Fuck the media, I don't need the promo I'm capturing life I don't mean a photo I mean I'm living it up, X-out the sorrow Today I don't give a fuck about tomorrow Head in the clouds, these wings are just borrowed And I ain't even gotta hit that legal green from Colorado Yeah, I can feel it fadin' out Tonight there ain't gonna be no raging out Just letting the beast free Soon he'll be back caged in a box Let the sound waves hit ya Don't trip, its an adventure Uh, let the sound waves hit ya Close your eyes and paint the picture

see I split flows like I am Moses spit coldest wits focused stick shift planes through the centre of trades like the last dick POTUS their game's trick voters but I ain't falling in that lane 'cause I see your shit's bogus fuck local world's dopest snare hat kick vocals keep my enemy close but his bitch closest Wisdumb been makin' ya step yo game up since he came up with insane busts kill ya lame fucks quick and painless, look what fame does rich but brainless, bitch I'm dangerous strap me in a straight jacket, got murderous passion merciless phantom assassin packing brass knuckles in my rear pocket yeah I'm old fahioned yeah I can give you that blasts from the past son don't get caught in the action you can't even fathom your skill set don't measure up to a fraction of mine I'mma burn you to ashes the next oscars goes out to you industry rappers we know you be actors, face it all your shit's basic make up and skirts, what's next on your gay list? fake tits? I'm a furious intricate lyricist infinite syllables enter this vigilant intellect until that listen this instrument's requiem end of it Switzerland's into it imperfect introvert invented symphonies injecting impressive intelligence plentiful internet imbeciles patronize ridicule individuals ban 'em from society, kill 'em off quietly inflicting agression and viciousness to body a track and get out of the trap the fisher's net best in the nation who else adjacent Wisdumb the greatest kill 'em like Jason better name me the president

now I could spit some shit that ain't true but that's not even what I'm known to do for I accept who I was, am and gonna be no need to conceal my rhymes with lies just to make y'all think highly of me no, I proudly present the real product Wisdumb, who never got caught up in no drug allocation, gang affiliation zero incarceration or probation that ain't the type of shit that I'm facing now picture my face in your mind and listen to me I've never had that street history and when I rap about killing it's metaphorically and lyrically I'm thankful if you were feeling me that's what I pick up the pen and pad for push aside the green and glamour 'cause that ain't what I rap for it's to let my thoughts run free and say the shit the other me never would being Wisdumb feels so good It's like I'm a superhero with his mask on and all I want is for people to hear me out now is that too much to ask for? so hear me out (Listen) just hear me out (Listen) can't hurt come on now hear me out (It's Wisdumb) I spit a verse on every beat with substance it sucks when artists who ain't got nothing say in their songs make a video with bitches shakin' asses in front of Mustangs just to suck in this young generation who ain't thinkin' straight 'cause they're lusting these mediocre musicians are at the media's core attention overplaying them on every channel and every station makin' us hear 'em even though we don't wanna listen and in addition, they build their own opinion for us and whoever stands as opposition is an outcast to society while in reality all of this is indeed oppression I'd rather be a loner than a tool grown up than a fool so much is just so wrong that it's cruel yeah and that's what I'm all about awakening your conscious that's why you should hear me out so hear me out now hear me out yeah just quite down and hear me out now just let all that sink in and realise we're being manipulated by radio and television my elders warned me that it was poison especially to the young aged gettin' brainwashed before they can even think on their own but I never believed those people now I myself bear witness although it's all just fecal it still damages the future so yeah, I'd say it's that damn lethal

when I sleep, dreams unravel mysterious beings wishing I'd sink deep uncovering marvelous beamings wandering into savoury distant utopia merely by wanting it surreality's different unlike modern broken world injuring societies, disguising ulterior motives behind wars, increasing senseless deaths unwinding more bodies wealth's inciting sadly, dick usurpers making business with infinitive sentients, damned usual miscreants but what if some don't understand my battles when I spit don't underestimate my baffle while idiots spill dumb useless mixes, boy wisdumb incinerates songs, dope unmatched mindstate bitches

Moneypollution I meant manipulation grabbin' that iphone straight from the hands of the satan whiplash the slaves not a minute for wastin' so corporate thugs get those newest corvettes and shackled up chumps get the suicide nets we're eating the products til we can't digest while people are dying 'cause they ain't eat yet yeeah, diggin for oil into the deep abyss fuck it global warming's a myth right? a heap of shit, piling up gotta reconsider when we've had enough we only got one earth and it ain't getting revived like Lazarus our glamourous lifestyles are cancerous the industries are ravenous flashing us their products on every chance they get victimizing the populous the only way the planet gon' survive is if it cancels us everything is a business music, sports and television the rich get richer while poor get poorer you know how it go moneypollution running the crooked world everything is a business music, sports and television the rich gettin' richer poor gettin' poorer you know how it go moneypollution running the crooked world the branding torture method didn't stop at medieval times it's still active so you either get burnt or stay a social misfit now that's fantastic some pressure you gotta live with if you can't get past it can't let nobody dictate shit oughta shank these bastards but nope instead we follow them, put 'em right in the centre hate is taught on by the industries 'cause it's goood for their venture if you're thinking it's all straight then they've done bent ya the papers are bullshit covering up tragedies with gossip it's sad to see the mases blinded as the bats is unable to tell that politicians just ass kiss with empty promises then bail and enjoy the taxes you can't act like it ain't true word to Chuck D never have so many screwed by so few everything is a business music, sports and television the rich get richer while poor get poorer you know how it go moneypollution running the crooked world everything is a business music, sports and television the rich gettin' richer poor gettin' poorer you know how it go moneypollution running the crooked world