| WORDZ OF WIZDOM |
| M. Berrin, P. Nash, S. Citrin Produced by Sam Sever for Sam I Am Productions Inc. & Prime Minister Pete Nice for R.I.F. Productions Edited by Adam Gazzola Engineered by Chuck Valli & Bruce Buchalter Recorded and Mixed at Chung King Studios, New York, NY Performed by MC Serch & Pete Nice Contains samples of the following: Assembly Line by The Commodores Love is Alive by Gary Wright Amen Brother by The Winstons |
| Verse 1: Prime Minister Pete Nice |
| Heart as, hard as, Chinese arithmetic Avante Garde, not a heretic figure out a right rhyme, stick it in my cranium Pete Nice, elementary like your branium throwin joints, blowin like a cool breeze swift in, and I lift on I use to wax MC's these hoes go frontin on my Jimmy I smack em on the back, sit em down, say "Gimme some rhythm" (Rhythm!) Baby loosen up my collar I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor ready willin, fillin, killin for a Billin, top I never stop, with Serch and Sam drillin it soul in the Hole, MC's workin kickin it, vickin, the suckers who be jerkin me and my posse are hardcore, you want some more reason that I'm squeezin your girl (You never please her!) so I pleased, then I threw her in the gutter cut her off, my wisdom wiser so I muster rows of all opposed, lows conquer all those who pose as dope I say nope, I wear def clothes dapper like Dan from, three the hard one never stigmatize as a rapper or I'll slap ya you're stung from my tongue as you run from the drum (Diggy drum) three the hard way, wordz of wizdom |
| Verse 2: MC Serch |
| A branch of the hip-hop tip grills your dome you're tone grown low showin you ain't got nobody home prone to the microphone, light up, and take out make you your will Bill, three is gonna break out the stylee, me and P-E-T-E embark on a mission that's deadly break out the ammo, Aiyyo Sammo, hook up the beat and I'll lay the plan OH man you just got taken, I took a head out attack on the back of the six of the Guinness Stout usin abusin, tunes of the past tense funning gunning, but I'm summing up the nonsense three, the hard way, cards laid are OK gettin up and settin up, just for a payday the minister, sinister, I ain't no devil now the snakes slither and scoundrel say I'm level this track to SMACK, the smile off a doubter the brother's, another MC who's about frontin like he's buntin, deceivin the delinquent rap is on track, bustin out a medium for those opposed, who manifest a diss Pete tell em: "Manifest THIS!" not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen yo I'm Elvis with the wordz of wizdom |
| Verse 3: Prime Minister Pete Nice |
| A ludicrous Buddhist, boo this when I do this so true to this, perpetrators view this style, empirical, lyrical, it's critical three the hard way, boy you need medical attention I'm like a surgeon in my left hand hold a microphone like a scalpel so you understand Wordz of wisdom, woven like a spider bitch on my tip, I get busy and I ride her uptown, then I drown her like a psycho pathic, cause I'm graphic on the mic I never let go light skin I eat dinner like a soul man prove with the rhyme I'm down, Sam's hands transform strong (too strong) as a good pitch switch up the wizdom, into word which kicks out the Benzi in a frenzy it sends me up the Bronx River back to Brooklyn apprehends me like a d-tech bustin my man in the projects I'll send you up North, I ain't givin respect prejudicial, your style artificial as live as limb that's attached to a cripple it's simple (so simple) eliminate you like Gotti I chill in Bed-Stuy, I drive a Mazzeratti with the body of a freak on my side, how am I livin? larger than large, with the wordz of wizdom |
| Verse 4: MC Serch |
| Hyper-selective, Serch is attracting females who focus on the future, not slacking rhythmic it's too quick, feel it, I let it flow Sam Sever seeks a verse, so let it go throughout, or put out, lyrics like a d-valve speak up, a deeper meaning as I leak out and seek out, a three the hard way endeavor Pete Nice, Serch, produced by Sam Sever livin in my shoes boy, this is not Shoe Town a showdown for Motown, it's a new sound lyrics that lick, the tick off a timepiece foamin at the mouth punk, you need a leash what are you sick?? I'm a slick stupid scientist rhymin that you can't comprehend (but you're buyin this) record I'm wreckin, my homeboys are breakin hopin that you're copin, no slopin, I'm not takin no shorts Cause I'm playin the high post ask any girl in the place, who's the fly most brother with a cover, shootin to my cribbo the tease wants a please, girl screamin ditto so I did this, I needed the bed rest hangin with the bangin on the strength, there's no contest physically or lyrically, it's my kingdom stingin em and bringin em the wordz of wizdom |