when the two demons awake from the sleep Holy dragons keepers of time ride brave the blue skies and spell my eyes fly beyond these hills ride on the wind the wisdom
and blood I can see in the night the guardian of death is denying the light Down in the valleys of fairies and kings the sword of the wisdom, forgotten
the real [Beanie Sigel] It's the Broad Street Bully and the Killah with no face My mack bullets burn like tequila with no chase My knifework like a guillotine sword
For sure, the cream of the planets... resurrection Verse Two: A prophet, raised among black disciples and Vice Lords Who don't give a fuck about mic cords and nice swords
the same ol' same's so I travel the seventh plain by the way of coal train, And that's an ill though, niggas get caught in my wisdom because the number
the darkness And when you're all alone and close to dream your mind begins to search in the wisdom is the way to rule again with swords and games my
God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp
ready for war It's the Broadstreet Bully and the Killah with no Face My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase My knife work like the guillotine sword
attention like the Pope I examine all with the internal mirror of the scope [Foreign content] Supreme deluxe edition, cream with a touch of wisdom
call it a sword style because we are lyrical assassins And we aware that the tongue is symbolic to the sword The lyrical assassins, the lyrical assassins, a sword
slaves, another body found Bound to the streets where we drown if we sleep We make heat instead of peace Struggle to heat, and breathe On Shiek metal swords
manage Want solutions, need new standards Cry our beauty from the ashes Ashes to eggshells, wood-chips to whiskers Anything we can mess up, we can fix up Sword
much! you don't know shit! I was born into the purest perfection of love of all mighty god faced with the sword of the truth like a lightning rod
tragically I carry thee Misery of centuries that's sent to me Not coincidentally, intentionally 'Cause mentally I represent the key But it's a double-edged sword
masses and the space catalyst And all matter that exists and is dense Third dimension, that must be observed through physical comprehension It takes a nerve to be struck, wisdom
Slay like heroin bein' shot in the veins 9th Prince the principle, I was born invicible Slew with a tribute to my attribute Weak lyricists in my cipher stay mute My wisdom is sword
my heart Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art Thou my best thought, by day or by night Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light Be Thou my wisdom
