im tronna reach ya through your speakers receivers
by droppin knowledge deep enough to turn a preacher to a non believer
im too wyze to be blinded by dollar signs
or let em rot my mind, signin my soul to a dotted line
im broke fa sho while you boast to show
your boatload of dough to blow but no soul to show
the shit theyd say if they seen the shit today
gettin bossed by whips and chains its like we slaves in a different way
opinions sway but until that day im stepped on
hip hop aint dead wyze geye just gets slept on
i wreck songs as im passin your doubtin
cuz this aint me rappin its my abdomen shoutin
my appetite's the fuel to me rappin tight that and life
my gained stripes underground are tryin to sway to light
but labels act like im late payin my dues under
not realizin their witnessin the eight wonder
so stop the talk about how you ball sick
cuz you wake yp and turn it on my swagg doesnt have an off switch