Wise/Weapon - In the Life Lyrics

Who spiked the punch? Pardon as I light the Dutch
Got mics to clutch, carbon rappers bite the dust
When nights are done, pardon as I light the blunt
I rhyme with Plus, garbage rappers hide disgust
No right to judge, warnin' 'cause ya bitin' us
Might hype the club; charge a verse at ninety bucks
We high as "what?" carpets and a ride to lunch
Got dimes in cups, starvin' rappers try they luck
Behind the plug, pardon as I tie my tongue
Rewrite this once, bargain with a pricey bunch
Got lives to touch, target vital signs to crush
Hot rhymes a must, pardon as I shine with Plus
Just another rhyme in the life

Autumn chief leakin' in the air on the weekend
Put it down by the evenin', that's my kind of season
Cash crop is decent, I'm not even gonna pretend
That my eye is all seein' and I know when you be cheatin'
Best kept secret and most people can't believe it
When I say I'm not the weakest, take the microphone and eat it
Bless the intense fresh with head nods and blunt smoke
While eatin' corn flakes by Kellogg's, I love Post
No one is I, trying to act fly, they openin' fire
Check out the rap style, no need to deny
Simplest rap times are now in supply
Probably bounce, but I will not retire
Think you're on cloud nine while fallin' for jive
Think that you got it, ya one of hip hop's problems
Shit is retarded