Lyrics Whizdom - Blacastan, Mr. Lif

Whizdom

I hold futures, throw sutures at wounds
Open tombs let spirits loom, ancestors walk in the room
Talking of gloom, a dash of optimism if I rock the rhythm
The griot flowed, so I stopped to listen
Tales from then, those remain the lessons of now
Questions like «how» accumulate like sweat on your brow
Cumulus clouds, the precursors to three verses
The breeze made the trees nervous, the seas surfaced
As whales walk on land and talk like man
This one guy who thought he could fly, he hopped off dams
Successfully lands causing all his critics to cringe
Cynics’ll sing the eagle shared a pair of his wings
As the properties of all fall to unpredictability
I find myself suprisingly at peace in this vicinity
Spiritually, balanced at the crest of possibility
I let ALL I know go and did so willingly
Elements, instruments, musical formulas
Knowledge, intellect, I project wisdom
I see codes clear as there’s an ebb and a flow
Extend my arms to cradle knowledge that we never will know
And from my fingertips drips, eclipse
Upon dawn’s lips, nuclear grips on her bronze hips
As she lusts for the dusk the the light becomes cosmic
The beams gleam data?
Then prophets switch topics
Stop to just watch it and marvel in awe
If I’m asleep when I hear a beat, it tastes like stars
I’m Pi with these bars, I’m slightly ajar
You want more .one four the decimals of luster and lore
As decibels pour through speaker cones to leave you clones
DNA poem coffers of capillaries & bone
Offer ancillaries and tones that are pliable the sky is too low
That’s why dimensions keep my fires aglow
As the answers float just beyond halcyon
My knowledge drifts as I glimpse at the cliffs of Albion
Elements, instruments, musical formulas
Knowledge, intellect, I project wisdom
My mind state bubble over beats like Maxine
Stay clear of the trouble in the streets the vaccine
Enters your bloodstream, through headphone cords
Or wireless charge, Blac appears like a mirage
Park the horse drawn chariot in the garage
Like Maximus with face plates, face my mistakes
With no regrets, Russian roulettes with lit cigarettes
I wrote the type of antidote you can’t forget
Like my message to the people, Hare Krishna’s for Beatles
Swung the cape, released it on the 2″ tape
Now protons and neutrons form the right bomb
While me, Lif, and Edan form the right bond
My thoughts go beyond what was wrote in Qu’rans
Any emcee who disagree with me wave your arm
Take a sec to chop it up so we could hang like Saddam
Welcome to showbiz, now break a leg like Vietnam