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Wisemen

"Wisemen" is a pop rock song written by British singer James Blunt, Jimmy Hogarth and Sacha Skarbek for Blunt's debut album Back to Bedlam. The song was produced by Tom Rothrock and Jimmy Hogarth. The song was released as the second single in the first quarter of 2005 and reached the top fifty in the United Kingdom, peaking at number 44. Following the success of "You're Beautiful" and "Goodbye My Lover", "Wisemen" was re-released in the spring of 2006, number 21 in New Zealand, and at number 23 in the UK. The song was met with positive reviews. more »

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It's the desert eaz toter 
The 'ghan smoker not close to mediocre 
The Black Cobra 9 loader 
Damage your lungs put you closer to Jehovah 
Witness this outrage sharper than blades
Appointments with my AK to doctor your face
I ain't trying to loose the buckle when I reach for the waist
What's the problem ain't a thing to turn the human to waste
Stay in your place or catch the bayonet in your face 
Outer space with this method, kevlar chested 
Return of the motherless child mind infected 
Tales from the crypt like Russell Jones ressurescted
Deathwish stepkid dirty as the septic

My cyclone poem, fix the roof of the Superdome
You crash your plane to my building, just tryna get on
And it's a vein, cold rain, write my words in propane
Keep the, heat in store, like the stoves in Maytag
Carry more blades than grass in your yard, grab your rake
I'm original, man on the take, burn to the shake
Roll and blow, the soul of pharoahs out the blood bank
The Wu-Fam armory, my beats got bodies
Know the roll you in the grave with the tip of a shotty
Pasidena lobby, bullet holes from robbery, probably
Veins made of cobblestone, bitches go home wobbly
Capture life like photographs, double stuff hash
Pure mid-serious grim, with verbal whiplash
From the fetus to the overseer, I bleed it
Nigga, you'll climb a Crystal Mountain, just to try to go see it
My life is a movie script, John Singleton reading
The blood flow like magma, hotter than traps in Eden
Send shockwaves like circles from objects dropped in lakes
I spray phrases, til the brain can't operate
Discombobulate, the populate, Texas Chainsaw locker grip
Cardinal robe, Wu symbol conglomerate
Team would rather fall than be spit in the face
Jesus asked God when I'm dropping my next tape
Nigga, Bronze colored disc, razor blade shape

End endurance, niggas is rap at spitting raps
Get back to whatever ya'll was doing before that
It ain't working for you, no one's even heard of you
Tried to get ya grams up, wound up with your hands up
I'm a bonafied hustler, slash M.C
The first on the stroll, and the last to leave
I ain't rich, so the streets is my blueprint
And it just so happens, I can translate it in music
Roll a dutch as long as a pool stick
And make sure everybody down for this movement
Niggas is apple pies, soft as coolwhip
And Detroit cats be the last niggas to fool with 

Throw a rose down inside my grave, massage my dead brain
With oils of the soil, inside the dirt I bathe
Unclaimed as a slave, with the heart of Virginia
Unsigned for light years, now it's pitch black, my nigga
Fearing the legend, the reverend, predicted the cold night
Black ski mask, yo, I'm the cross in your sights
I climb the hill of the ill with a concrete sword
And roam my hood, yo, as the hero of the world

Pass me the dutch, I'll fill it up
I wrote this rhyme in the corner, like I was a dunce
If I, told ya twice, I told ya once
That's word to the China man that sold you fronts
You be number nine, I did not stutter
The sun is my dad, the moon is my mother
Look dude, there is no other
Like the Three Wisemen, that came from Persia
To bless Je-sus, peace to Baby Jesus
I'm becoming a Buddha, this is my thesis
I am the chosen, I've walked on water that wasn't frozen
And you can talk shit, but look at your lip, now it's busted
Sorta like burgundy, bubbling custard
I don't wanna discuss it
I'm on another level, come on, man, look at my mustard
That's Grey Poupon, what planet you on
You wanna take my oil, I show you my rocket
You wanna take my chain, I'll break ya eye socket
Kamikaze, you can't stop this
Divine wind, I'm climbing
To reach, higher states, your drowning
Sitting on the same corner, frowning
This is L.X.G., microphone clowning

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