Iconoclasts
Wisemen feat. Killah Priest & Vast Aire Lyrics

I spit it, these lyrics so vivid
I deliver my rhymes with such clarity and detail

They pictures on project walls
My lyrics paint vivid images in the minds of listeners

Twelve feet tall, hell greets, y'all
The impact of my words is powerful and intimidating

Fire brimstone, I write grim poems
My lyrics contain dark and intense themes

Edgar Allen Poe with the flow goes the silencer
My flow is reminiscent of Edgar Allen Poe's dark and mysterious writing style

Upon the cold nozzles of the .44 caliber
Similar to a gun, my lyrics have a chilling effect on listeners

No more challenger, bullet show like Gallagher
I am unmatched in my lyrical prowess, metaphorically shooting down any competition like a bullet

Ink pens in my hand like a spray paint can
Just as an artist uses spray paint cans, I wield ink pens to create art through my lyrics

The canvas is your mind, the black Michelangelo
The listener's mind serves as the canvas for my artistic expression, akin to how Michelangelo worked with black stone

Hands'll sculpt, the Eiffel tote, the mics I broke
With my skilled hands, I mold and shape the microphone, like carrying the Eiffel Tower, to demonstrate my power

Residue lead to a trail, another Priest tale
My lyrics leave behind a lasting impact, paving the way for another story from Killah Priest

Death I brew, the witch-lord-king, that rip off wings
My words have a dark and powerful influence, capable of destroying and changing those who oppose me

When I spit sixteen, it gets extreme, explicit scene
When I rap my sixteen bars, the intensity and explicitness of my words reach extreme levels

No more dreams, just cold screams, happening
Instead of dreams, all that remains are harsh and chilling realities

Reoccurring rappers wanna perform, they need insurance
Other rappers who keep coming back in the industry need insurance to protect themselves from the impact and competition I bring

My cyclone poem, fix the roof of the Superdome
My powerful and destructive rhymes can even fix the damage done to the Superdome caused by a cyclone

You crash your plane to my building, just tryna get on
Others may try to gain recognition by forcefully entering my domain, but they ultimately cause destruction to themselves

And it's a vein, cold rain, write my words in propane
My words flow like a vein, carrying a cold rain of emotions, and I ignite them with the intensity of propane

Keep the heat in store like the stoves in Maytag
I have an abundance of heat (lyrical firepower) like the stoves stored by Maytag

Carry more blades than grass in your yard, grab your rake
I possess numerous sharp and cutting rhymes, surpassing the amount of grass blades in one's yard, which requires a rake to handle

I'm original, man on the take, burn to the shake
I am unique and authentic, always taking control and leaving a lasting impact

Roll and blow, the soul of pharaohs out the blood bank
I roll and blow (rap and entertain) with such skill that it moves the souls of pharaohs, metaphorically extracting them from the blood bank of history

The Wu-Fam armory, my beats got bodies
As a member of Wu-Fam, my arsenal of beats has a deadly impact on listeners

Know the roll you in the grave with the tip of a shotty
My rhymes can cause such damage that they can figuratively bury you in your own grave with a shotgun

Pasadena lobby, bullet holes from robbery, probably
In the Pasadena lobby, there are likely bullet holes from a past robbery, symbolizing the dangerous and chaotic nature of my lyrics

Veins made of cobblestone, bitches go home wobbly
My veins are as tough as cobblestone, and those who challenge me are left feeling weak and unsteady

Capture life-like photographs, double stuff hash
Through my lyrics, I capture the essence of life in a realistic manner, just like capturing photographs, while also indulging in the potent combination of double-stuffed hash

Pure mid-serious grim, with verbal whiplash
My rhymes are filled with pure darkness and seriousness, delivering a verbal attack that leaves listeners reeling with the force of a whip

From the fetus to the overseer, I bleed it
From the earliest stages of life (fetus) to those in positions of power (overseer), I bleed my thoughts and emotions into my lyrics

Nigga, you'll climb a Crystal Mountain, just to try to go see it
You would go to great lengths, even climbing a difficult Crystal Mountain, just for the opportunity to witness my greatness

My life is a movie script, John Singleton reading
My life is so dramatic and eventful that it could be compared to a movie script, one that renowned director John Singleton would find captivating

The blood flow like magma, hotter than traps in Eden
The flow of my blood is as intense and powerful as magma, hotter than the traps found in the paradise of Eden

Send shockwaves like circles from objects dropped in lakes (dropped in lakes)
My impact sends shockwaves rippling out, similar to the circles that form when objects are dropped into lakes

Pass me the dutch, I'll fill it up
Give me the blunt (cigar filled with marijuana), and I'll pack it with enough weed to make it full

I wrote this rhyme in the corner like I was a dunce
I crafted this rhyme in a secluded corner, as if I were an unintelligent person (dunce) who needed isolation

If I told ya twice, I told ya once
If I've already said something to you twice, then consider it said once more

That's word to the China man that sold you fronts
I'm emphasizing the truthfulness of my statement, swearing on the reputation of a Chinese individual who sold you counterfeit goods

You be number nine, I did not stutter
You are insignificant (number nine) in comparison to me, and I make it clear that I didn't hesitate or falter in expressing this

The sun is my dad, the moon is my mother
This line expresses my connection to the celestial bodies, using metaphorical language to describe my relationship with them

Look dude, there is no other
I am unmatched and unique, there is no one else like me

Like the Three Wisemen that came from Persia
Similar to the Three Wisemen who traveled from Persia to bless Jesus, I bring wisdom and blessings through my lyrics

To bless Jesus, peace to Baby Jesus
As I bring blessings like the Three Wisemen did to Jesus, I also extend peace to Baby Jesus

I'm becoming a Buddha, this is my thesis
I am evolving spiritually, akin to becoming a Buddha, and this is the main focus of my argument or belief

I am the chosen, I've walked on water that wasn't frozen
I am the selected one, having achieved remarkable feats such as walking on unfrozen water

And you can talk shit, but look at your lip, now it's busted
You can say disrespectful things about me, but take a look at your own lip, which is now injured or damaged as a result

Sorta like burgundy, bubbling custard
Your busted lip resembles the color burgundy and looks swollen and swollen like bubbling custard

I don't wanna discuss it
I have no interest in further talking or arguing about the matter

I'm on another level, come on, man, look at my mustard
I am operating at a higher level, and I challenge you to observe my excellence and impact

That's Grey Poupon, what planet you on?
I am referencing the high-quality mustard brand Grey Poupon to question which planet you're living on if you can't recognize my greatness

You wanna take my oil, I show you my rocket
If you attempt to seize or steal what I possess (like oil), I will display my powerful and formidable weapon (rocket) to defend myself

You wanna take my chain, I'll break ya eye socket
If you try to steal my valuable chain, I will respond by inflicting such harm that your eye socket will be fractured

Kamikaze, you can't stop this
I am like a kamikaze pilot, unstoppable and willing to risk everything to achieve my objectives

Divine wind (go), I'm climbing
I am propelled by a divine wind, symbolizing my unstoppable progress and ascent

To reach, higher states, your drowning (uh-huh, yeah)
As I strive to achieve higher levels of success and enlightenment, you are unable to keep up and feel overwhelmed

Sitting on the same corner, frowning
While you remain stagnant and stuck in a negative mindset, I am constantly moving and evolving

This is L.X.g., microphone clowning
I am confidently asserting my identity as L.X.g, and I excel at entertaining and dominating the microphone