1 Water Walker Dirty Album Version - Wise Intelligent, Djezuz Djonez, Wise Intelligent/Djezuz Djonez

I be on the corner

I be on my grind

When I travel through your city while you’re listening to Biggie

I’m a bigger fan of Fela Kuti

I could really give a fuck about Gucci, I’m nobody’s property

I’m a beast of no nation

I’m a beast by vocation

Lyrically I’ll empirically blot the memory out of any mc

To Mc mi just well dangerous

Jesus mi just I tongue-arous

This is the manner in which I’ll teach a young spitter to spit at his target

This is the way of an artist

A purging, a catharsis

The emerging of a market

A genre all my own

I guess its because I’m the last, one of the last true M.c.'s

Every God say 'True indeed'

Every Queen say I reflect

Am I really resonating yet?

Demonstrating fresh

Stop hating bless

Bless, bless bless, blesssesss

Look how dem a criticize black people but never see what dem ah do yet bwoy

Yes yes, yes yesssss

Djezuz Djonez on the microphone, gonna merge until the words become flesh I

tell you

I be on the corner

Walking on the water

Mary Maga-dota 3 quarters back to Oda (?)

I’ll be on my grind

Water into wine

I can heal the blind

Rhymes wicked every time

Djezuz Djonez the reason

The one who some believe in

Rebuke the heathen

Cast a thousand demons off of Legion

The flow the mic the booth

The truth is still the truth

The head that fits the Crown

Can’t keep me down

With a few for the many how you living 120 selling out for the pennies

I don’t like that

Every wrong, gotta right that

Poor but despite that Israelites take your life back

I have not been sent but unto the Lord’s sheep being murdered in the streets of

ghetto

Every pop a Geppetto

Long nose Pinocchio stereotype I’ll burn

Lucifer your kingdom’s falling

Black man your life is calling

Maybe you can’t hear that

You can’t even hear your wife and babies bawling

Babylon — Let’s burn it down

RIGHTEOUS JUDGEMENT

Wickedness in high places like this gov’ment

Where the money hoes clothes

He don’t talk about those

He’s on some other shit

Let’s talk about flows

Let’s not

He already know he hot

Lyrically pop-locked to the heat of a hot beat dropped by a little bit of sun

Masada clear a way

For the things I say will play til the Kingdom come

Call it the gospel

YOU’RE UNDER GOD’S SPELL

Yes indeed we are all God sent so we all die

Just like a prince we fell

From the cradle to the prison its a pipeline

This is my position when I write rhymes

I think you need to listen to the right rhymes

Stop me?

never nope not this lifetime

I don’t have a lot of money

I ain’t got a lot of friends

Few foes, God knows I’m rich

But I get a lot of trouble from the service of the Devil for my radical rap

music

Rappers amuse me when

All of that amusing’s meant

To humiliate mock and facilitate how they assassinate consciousness

Let em get a better shot at this

(No one can stop you)

Guess I needed to repeat that ish

(No one can stop you)

I’m a leader of an old school, G

I’m a problem vocally

I produce God shake earth gave birth to the first conscious fresh m.

c

Shout out to the Jungle Brothers make another record please

Its hard out here for a G like me to learn anything from these m.c.s

No disrespect yoooop

Big up yourself rude

Dem pussy bout to get kuff again kuff again

I can do it if I want to

Point to the crew who suit you

Stop your progresso

You can’t build.

Campbells Canned good rap sales stack shelves

Gotta love a metaphor

Quite sure

I love what I met her for

Why not

My oct numero four (?octmetanettafor?)

I’m hot

Why you gotta sweat her for?

You’re not