Wise Eyes (ft. Kayoz, [?], [?], [?], and Nikki Bonds) - “Deadly Calm”
[Emcee(s): Kayoz, [?], [?], [?], and Nikki Bonds]
[Producer(s): Superproducer Solar]
[Sample: The Animals - "The House of the Rising Sun"]
[Intro: Kayoz]
Yeah, kings of New York. Kayoz connect with Wise Eyez. Live shit, direct hit. Yo, load your clip
[Verse 1: Kayoz]
I’ll design each rhyme with pure facts, destroy tracks
Addictive like cracks and leave you open like gats
Ayyo, my eyes on stacks and different ways to get the fortune
Approach with caution. My clique is known for holding often
The game is what I'm lost in, trapped in—there's no escaping
Strictly debating while I'm calculating what I'm making
Causing more Hell than Satan while I’ll function off corruption
Steady discussing while thugs continue busting
Forever stuck in a cold world as foul as this
I’ll often reminisce while I create numerous hits
Consistent like a TEC spits slugs hotter than Texas
Test with theft and leave you chest-less. I'm young but restless
And quick to set shit, perfectly planned as if
The mauled pit, making sure moves remain cautious
[Verse 2: [?]]
Just sit back and listen. I won't hesitate to blind your vision
NY, hard times is what I'm living
Wise Eyez hitting you up, chrome rims shitting on women
Knuckle up, leave you scuffed, throw the Dutch, lay in the cut
Keep your mouth shut. We make it happen. The guns are clapping
Like a chain reaction. Ain't nothing changed—crack is strange. One love
For all my niggas bent on flickers, counting figures
Shots make you shiver—fatal delivery, now you’re
Hearing me. Poisonous paragraphs supplied
By my stab, make ‘em feel the wrath. They don't know the half
I’ll encourage the wicked to cop a ticket. You risk it
Too scared to grab your biscuit. The damage is done—can't fix it
Don't tempt me. I’m quick to empty, pull on the trigger
Gently, son. We’re deadly, we’re deadly
[Hook: [?]] (x2)
Unknown to many, after this, you won't forget me
Pull the trigger gently, don't tempt me. Son, we’re deadly
[Verse 3: [?]]
Take a glimpse into the eyes of the Wise before your life slips
Supreme reign jewels, evade thoughts, mental devices
Known to pull a heist quick like Sharon Stone with an icepick
You made your crisis performing schemes on the nightshift
For fake plots, the TEC pops, hit you with direct shots
My days are close to planting my seeds the size of cess crops
Increase my bankrolls. Trying to stop me? I don't think so
For pesos, I'm going all out, will never sink low
I’ll law low, my word is bond. We’re rolling on these
Fake cats. We hear they’re deadly but calm, ready and armed
For major wars, we always conquer—now we're taking yours
Waving swords while niggas perpetrating major fraud
Take a pause, squeezed off, then breezed off
I could recall. My eyes on the world are soon to see more
For real
[Verse 4: [?]]
Yo, my mind is designed of many thoughts of all sort
Crime affili-. Too many niggas think they’re willies
Crack’s the biscuit toast, plus all my food is twisted
Rhyme infinite, so look, nigga, don't you risk it
Many fall to death from this crimes wave, lengthen
These crime days. Ninety-seven ways to make crime pay
Turn another page of my scriptures. When crews
Talk shit, I’ll hit your meatloaf. The heat spoke
Another man down, screaming for the pope, son
We’re no joke. Mad ink, the murder I wrote
Never provoke this man who holds the title
You ignorant niggas, sit back, let me enlight you
Hell of a holder of this torch-lit mic
Keep my shit tight. Yeah, plus, right, you’re in a pit fight
It's the last days and I’ll look back on my foul ways
See my niggas die in the streets when the gun blaze
The hydrated from the sun rays. Queens is
The home of the chrome. Yo, Wise on front page
[Hook: [?]] (x2)
Unknown to many, after this, you won't forget me
Pull the trigger gently, don't tempt me. Son, we’re deadly
[Verse 5: Nikki Bonds]
(How we rolling, Nik?) Live, kid. I’ll take it to the street shit
Nine-seven, three thugs real ill, bitch
Wise Eyez, Nikki Bonds the alliance
Got tricks coming through in GS, got BS, ready
To rumble. Play my shit, crews tumble
Before I drop the mic. Fake cats, all of y’all fumble
Crew’s always wet in the puss—they be drowning
The wet clique leave herbs with heart
I’ll respond quick. I should live with [?]
Conversations with Lord got me contemplating realness
Fake thugs bug with a goal to get a name. See, time
Is wasted. I’ll see diamond rings and ankle bracelets
I’m eating cream. I want green to fill my pockets
I wanted sprockets, dough figures up in the gold-digger
[Hook: [?]] (x2)
Unknown to many, after this, you won't forget me
Pull the trigger gently, don't tempt me. Son, we’re deadly
[Outro: [?]]
Yeah, we’re deadly. Don’t tempt me. 130. Queens shit, wild shit
(Instrumental ending)
