proverb individually The words of the wise and the riddles The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge But fools despise the wisdom and instruction
This is a warning, another cut to move on Another beat that's so strong Hold on and I get wicked in this song Stir up shit as the wit gets wisdom P-Dog
up In these books and scrolls that I unfold The knowledge I use does make me bold The intelligence in my system Converts itself and becomes wisdom Born
rest Between Latin Kings, the blood los sangres, blood in Spanish So many thugs vanish, unite the system To fight with inner street wisdom, to help teach
we wreck shop We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop You know, we know, we know, we wreck shop I kick a wicked rhyme
put the mic, inside my hand And spread a funky rhythm all across the land I blow your mind, the rhyme'll flow I hit you with the wisdom and they give
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
[Tung Twista] relaxin maxin to the maximum to tracks a hum the wicks where the stacks are from inside the styles of a funky lyrical wiz what a miracle
Wicked, wreckin' baby I'll rock that test tube baby, take it Wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire Wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire Wicked
funky ass wisdom picket budget talking 'Cause I get wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire Yes I wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire Yes I wicked
of the thought I'ma tell you smite that servant, kamikaze no curtains Slice through the smoke of the mirrors, imperfect Impervious to danger, fear God, the beginning of wisdom
inside But it's pretty inside, look at all them girlies inside So what, we here in a mission and our mission ain't blind For all of that wicked wisdom
of heaven Why don't we know, we are the angels It's revelation, soul castigation Fire will burn us away Woe to you longing for the wisdom Woe to you
He knows well his wicked ways A course of bitterness A grudge held from his childhood days As if life had loved him less Reading down his list of names
most fiend to see the so-called promised land Sun of man, knowledge, wisdom and understand That it's time to take matters in our own hands [chorus] [inspectah deck] The wicked
consciousness fill the page As my nerve endings scream in rage Deliver me to the darkest age As DeSade sits at center stage My flesh is but a portal now To wisdom
followed Did they return or never die Were they not touched by the years that went by Once broken eyes with this mighty disguise See what all wicked