Twenty-FIrst Century Wiseman (feat. Jarhead the Nobody)

21st century wiseman, raps come from the highlands From a mountain on the islands, strike me down where I stand And I stand adjacent to a colossal titan's eyelid I write bars with a trident, spread my wings like a lichen Please tell me if you like it, I'm flyer than the pilot I asked them can I live, and then they hit me with the Heisman But now I am the Heisman, runnin' shit like a heist, man I tend to be bashful, I prefer to move in silence I pretend to be remorseful, I pretend that I'm alive My left foot tip toes on coals and the right is skating on ice man Sober Addicts the regime, just told Black Indy gimme five But sometimes I need to be alone, so bitch don't kill my vibe I say, bitch don't kill my vibe Bitch don't kill my That nigga Imp rolled up some loud, I feel it burning in my chest And now these niggas coming for my neck, like Gilette I'm elite, I bomb atomically like I'm Inspectah Deck And I'm expecting no less than the utmost respect The beat sound like when a CD skip My impact 'pon this world is a teeny blip Me and the team eating at Weenie Hut Jr. where it's pink and fuzzy To be honest, I coulda just said that we eatin' pussy I never said pussy in a song before, look where it took me And look where I'm going, we're all on this grass by accident Nothing is on purpose, but I'm steady growing Like a weed, and I swear to God it's showing, and I I don't have anything else written, uh, Sensei