Mr. Lif, Edan - Get Wise '91 lyrics

I be the E to the D-lux, A to the N
For all you businessmen ain't saying it again
I got rhymes galore, much more than your
Rap dinosaur, poor self-claimed connoisseurs
Literature hurts when dealing
With short skirts
Never fess technique immaculate
And effortless
The top of Mount Everest, yes the best bet
Express non-stop, all aboard to the core
Raw relaxor, for the fact you're
Craving, paving this route just
Like a tractor
Taking the time, to be making a rhyme
Equivalent to a prevalent shrine
That's dedicated to the utmost elevated
Whether it's off the top or pre-meditated
Listener elixir my words be medicated
The verbs regenerated, the crowd was animated
If you're evaluating me, what would it be?
Number 1, 2, or 53?
Well it really don't make a
Fucking difference to me
Cause, I'll be doing this for eternity
Learn to be the best MC that's steps ahead
Didn't have a plan, so you was left for dead
Didn't have a van so you rode your bicycle
Birth and death is just a
Part of the life cycle
Watching a ball game you want
To be like Michael
But he can't be you, that ain't see through
That's the true facts don't idolize him
Lace up your kicks bust your ass to the gym
Develop your skills, explore and work hard
Know yourself and never desert God
Cause that's the free force
The infinite resource
I used to eat spaghetti with
Tomato and meat sauce
Now I rock veggies with the sauteed tofu
Demolishing a pimp politician 'cause
I'm supposed to

So here's where it starts
I rip apart charts and break hearts
Balance book knowledge with street smarts
A man from your fleet thoughts
He's found he's fucking fickle
Pass the sickle
(chill) here's a riddle: now who
Abuses money from taxes?
Makes a law then seals it from the
People to make sure that it passes
Using evil's axis to access
To all become fascists
Using our greatest fears to lash us
(Usher?) No another sucker
He's got a bottom lip and no upper
Coming from the state down under
(Texas) yeah, he had a real good time there
With her salt and pepper hair
Sending brothers to the chair
(Bush) yeah you guessed it
I could smell the dawn of armageddon
When this dick was elected
Anger stored in hangars
Weapons and propaganda
Conveyed via camera penetrate the slander
Those who dove into the pot that's melting
But waited eternally in line for a helping
You step before your turn
They bite your fucking hand
Like the bore worms
Breaking you down with more germs
Disease is corrosive
Light is highly explosive
Rhymes are cock and loaded, niggas oppose Lif
I'm wrecking your dome while
I'm escaping your focus
So pick your savior nigga: Jesus, Michael
Or Joseph i played when I was younger
But those days have passed
(Yo what you do now?) I rip frames and laugh
I'm bombing your set like I'm a poet
Four heads from four feds who got
Dizzy once they saw dreads
Yeah they represent power
It means that when you come too hard at me
I'm going to charge you by the hour
They bonded together and now
They're strong presumably
My locks are proof that there
Is strength in unity so now it's possible
I'm the son probable I see
Through all the bull
While you're in the huddle call the audible
Stop and realize you're the captain of
A ship that has capsized
Words from a brother who raps wise