Dyemond Lewis - Wordz Of The Wize lyrics

[Verse 1: Dyemond Lewis] Word Of The Wize See don't you let your guard down Cuz n***as 'round here be frontin' Sayin' they prayin' but let they guard down Like all the time. It's funny they spending time Bagging dimes and packing 9's While your boy Dymez behind the blinds, writing lines Like bad students, you know that cut cla** and expectin' To pa** through it. Foolish, no bad influence Just bad at their mathematics and started loving his music Started loving his next b**h, by two weeks I blew it Like screw it, my screws is loose and my dreams is becoming lucid Or maybe it's these fluids they gave me that got me zooted Or maybe my teacher's right; maybe I could be stupid But f** it, they can't prove it Maybe I'm just a genius, that's slackin' all my cla**es Cuz I'm sneakin' with my penis But little do they know my mind is always where the green is And I'm always producing crack, so you know I'm where them fiends is And it's not like this is fitted for me, no seamstress It's getting tiring but mom said I ain't seein' stress But I've been at it for days, and I need rest But something's telling me this here just ain't the real test [Hook] It's like words of, let a n***a speak on it (word up) It's like words of, let a n***a speak on it [Verse 2: Dyemond Lewis] Wordz of the Wize See don't you let your mom down Cuz girls nowadays be bugging Slowly becoming moms now So maybe mom was right when she told me to keep them rubbers on me In case they rub up on me Cuz papa's a player, and she hope that that ain't rub off on me But I'mma focus the night come, the night come I jab the pen like Tyson So get this right, I always work on my punchlines before I try to fist fight Cuz where I'm from you wearin' that watch, but hug your wrist tight Cuz that 3 train to the Crown Heights at the late night's not a good sight Hit you on sight, when they see you but 'nuff of these previews, we only wanna live regal Wanna make it out of this system but all our efforts is feeble Unable to keep the seedling, they plottin' to turn the table and Put y'all in your cradle cuz y'all n***as is babies Nah, you only fetus. Nah really, you only feed us I got an appetite for any whack a** rapper That's thinkin' they could see us and You walk beneath us like rubble under the feet You sore losers, they crumble under defeat Momma, I know you doubt me but one of these days you'll see I promise [Hook]