Wise/Weapon - Discipline Lyrics

Sight see ridin' down the street pretty leaves, takin' peeks
From the front seat, the scenery is lovely
Travelin' man tryna extend a hand to the microphone stand
Predator style, now let's dance
No advance or a grant if you lack fans
Suckin' pennies from the slot machine
Gotta be a better way to get by, suicide rhymes never made it to the front side
These are the days of our lives
Combinin' nickel and dime rhymin'
Simple Simon clients move toward the sirens
Off the ship deck, dickhead, ya rhymes ain't different
And I can put that on everything I've written
Eternity is so soft
Hopefully the pain of life only lasts once before we get to dose off
Painkillin' as we tranquilize time
Movies for the blind make you weep for the mind
Solid grind hide and seek eyes you can't stand by
The last line is mine and weighs about a billion dimes
Livin' counter clockwise in a negative space
Strange like the Benjamin Button case
Can't relate the way stay awake and enter domes, astral projection
Revert to this cadence and drop basic lessons
The beware of radon kind
An underground danger, but guess what
We came up; at times it does come with a pay stub
But then come desperate attempts connectin' with heads
Who wouldn't mix, I bet they leave behind shoe prints
Rhymin' off nickels
Revenge of the Pen on at seven PM, you got the signal
Syllable smash, a sty gash from the tree branch
Rhyme started nice, ended ugly, sonny