Iconoclasts (Long Version) by Wisemen (Ft. Killah Priest & Vast Aire)
Iconoclasts (Long Version) by Wisemen (Ft. Killah Priest & Vast Aire)

Iconoclasts (Long Version)

Wisemen & Vast Aire & Killah Priest * Track #11 On Wisemen Arrived

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Iconoclasts (Long Version) by Wisemen (Ft. Killah Priest & Vast Aire)

Release Date
Tue Feb 27 2007
Performed by
WisemenVast Aire & Killah Priest
Produced by
Bronze Nazareth
Writed by
Kevlaar 7 & Phillie & Bronze Nazareth & Killah Priest & Vast Aire & Illah Dayz

Iconoclasts (Long Version) Lyrics

[Killah Priest]
I spit at these lyrics, so vivid, they pictures
On project walls, twelve feet tell, hell greets y'all
Fire brimstone, the writer, grim poems
Edgar Allen Poe with the flow goes the silencer
Upon the cold nozzles of the four-four caliber, *shot shot*
No more challenger, bullets show like Gallagher
Ink pens in my hand, like a spray paint cans
You can't resist your mind, the black Michelangelo
Hands'll sculpt, the Eiffel tote, the mics I broke
Residue leads to a trail, another Priest tale
Death I brewed, the witch-lord-king, that rip off wings
When I spit 16, it gets extreme, explicit scene
No more dreams, just cold screams, happening
Reoccurring rappers wanna perform, they need insurance

[Verse 2: Bronze Nazareth]
My cyclone poem, fix the roof of the Superdome
You crash your plane in my building, just tryna get on
And it's a vein, cold rain, write my words in propane
Keep the, heat in store, like the stones in Maytag
Carry more blades than grass in your yard, grab your rake
I'm original, man on the take, burning the shake
Roll 'em, blow, the solar fails out the blood bank
The Wu-Fam armory, my beats got bodies
Know the rolly when to grave with the tip of a shotty
Pasidena lobby, bullet holes from robbery, probably
Veins made of cobblestone, bitches go home wobbly
Capture life like photographs, double stuff hash
Pure mid-serious grim, with verbal whiplash
From the fetus to the oversear, I bleed it
Nigga, your crime'll Crystal Mountain, just to try to go see it
My life is a movie script, John Singleton reading
The blood flow like magnum, harder then traps in Eden
Send shockwaves, I circles, some objects dropped in lakes
I spray phrases, til the brain can't operate
Discombobulate, the populate, Texas Chainsaw lock your grip
Counter row, Wu symbol conglomerate
Team I'd rather far, than be spit in the face
Jesus asked God when I'm dropping my next tape
Nigga, Bronze colored disc, razor blade shape

[Verse 3: Phillie]
End endurance, niggas is rap at spitting raps
Get back to whatever ya'll was doing before that
It ain't working for you, no one's even heard of you
Tried to get ya grams up, wound up with your hands up
I'm a bonafied hustler, slash M.C
The first on the scroll, and the last to leave
I ain't rich, so the streets is my blueprint
And it just so happens, I can translate it in music
Roll with dutches, long as a pool stick
And make sure everybody down for this movement
Niggas is apple pies, soft as coolwhip
And Detroit cats be the last niggas to full with

[Verse 4: Kevlaar 7]
Throw a rose down inside my grave, massage my dead brain
With oils of the soil, inside the dirt I bathe
Unclaimed as a slave, with the heart of Virginia
I'm signed for life, years, now it's pitch black, my nigga
Fearing the legend, the reverend, predicted the cold night
Black ski mask, yo, I'm the cross in your sights
I climb the hill of the ill with a concrete sword
And woe my hood, joe, as the hero of the world

[Verse 5: Illa Dayz]
Spit lessons for the old school niggas and adolescences
Fabric, fly material dressing, blessing my body
Addicts is lively, hot sessions, sweating in seconds
Tracks is robbery, draining me out from what's inside me
Masses of static, me and this mic is like a manic
Pours this methane, is either small dope or it's magic
Attacking my brain from spitting loud since I'm bona-fide
I lost a life, crystal my block, I've seen it soponified

[Verse 6: Vast Aire]
Pass me the dutch, I'll fill it up
I wrote this rhyme in the corner, like I was a dunce
If I, told ya twice, I told ya once
That's word to the Trina' man, that sold you fronts
You be number nine, I did not stutter
The sun is my dad, the moon is my mother
Look dude, there is no other
Like the Three Wisemen, that came from Persia
To bless Je-sus, peace to Baby Jesus
I'm becoming the Buddha, this is my thesis
I am the chosen, I've walked on water that wasn't frozen
And you can talk shit, but look at your lip, now it's busted
Sorta like burgundy, bubbling custard
I don't wanna discuss it...
I'm on another level, come on, man, look at my mustard
That's Grey Poupon, what planet you on?
You wanna take my oil, I show you my rocket
You wanna take my chain, I'll break ya eye socket
Kamikaze, you can't stop this
Divine wind, I'm climbing
To reach, higher states, to drown in
Sitting on the same corner, frowning
This is L.X.G., microphone clowning

[Outro: Killah Priest (Kevlaar 7)]
Yeah... what up... Michael Vangelo...
My nigga Vast Aire.. Cannibal Ox.. the Wisemen
(Killah Priest), Kings Row Music, (K7, the bull Phillie
Illadayz, Bronze Naz, Salute the muthafucking Kid
I told ya'll niggas, Wisemen, we here, Kings Row, nigga)
Yeah...

Iconoclasts (Long Version) Q&A

Who wrote Iconoclasts (Long Version)'s ?

Iconoclasts (Long Version) was written by Kevlaar 7 & Phillie & Bronze Nazareth & Killah Priest & Vast Aire & Illah Dayz.

Who produced Iconoclasts (Long Version)'s ?

Iconoclasts (Long Version) was produced by Bronze Nazareth.

When did Wisemen release Iconoclasts (Long Version)?

Wisemen released Iconoclasts (Long Version) on Tue Feb 27 2007.

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