Mr. Wise - Tabula Rasa lyrics

[Verse 1: PHZ-Sicks] They said I couldn't make it If you want success then youre gonna have to take it Grabbed it, threw it in the trunk after I duct taped it Then drove over the cliff and pray I make it, I made it How can I ever give this sh** up When there babies in Chicago getting lit up If you wannna start something now then n***a speak up Cause the dead's gonna rise even when they hear me hiccup Trayvon, you better get up n***a Since I lost family friends to cancer The devil became my private dancer Then I came up with the answer To the questions whose gonna be man enough To give enough of a f** to not give a f** Of who's gonna make that change huh? Looked in the mirror and noticed I was the only one with f**ing my hand's up [Hook: PHZ-Sicks] You popping bottles? You popping molly? (Woo) You popping molly? (Woo) Well, I guess that's good for you Cause we do, whenever we stand Is start revolutions, once we put our hands up Like Buck, buck, buck, buck Brr, clack, clack clack clack X repeat 3 [Verse 2: PHZ-Sicks] See my gun is never jamming Singing the Black National anthem Lifting every voice when I sing Cause In VA, you got to balance the beams Like Gabby Douglas or Pusha T to pursue a dream Everything you see isn't what it seems Chain Figaro row row row down the mainstream Life is but a dream Tabula Rasa, my slate clean Moment in the making 5th month reign for the May King Now I'm on my King sh** Martin, Luther, 95 thesis Break up to make up, pick up the pieces And I mean this, my third eye has its own Versailles I long ago put d**h to the rest, just so I wouldn't have to live a lie I've got two tools, one on my hip, one between my shoulders You need to pick which one that'll get you to your moment before its over [Hook] [Verse 3: PHZ-Sicks] A million fans that ain't enough The DMVs some outsiders so pony up Them Socs better get the money up Cause they quick to go the broad way so tony up Danza, who's the boss of these George Constanzas References hitting you from every angle like they off the random If your girl's in the pale moon light, then baby let's mingle Cause I can f** the devil out of a woman from Christian Single Beat it from the back like Ringo Last three lines, quite a contradiction Me not giving a sh**, must've been that feeling that was missing Trying not to paint over what I'm facing to make over Cause now I'm easily turning all of my obstacles to step overs When my life flashes before my eyes I want to be able to hold my head up high All in my fiber cause I chose to live instead of just being alive, uh