Fat Jack - A Wize Man's Advice lyrics

[Verse One] Soon as the beat drops, I bring the beat box to a complete stop [Friend in studio talking] Whoa, hold up man, hold up. (Aight I'mma take that back. Take that back.) You didn't say that the first time My big black boots scuff up your Reebok's My flows step on toes soon as the beat drops Bringing your beat box to a complete stop No one knows what the time frame is Drag my words in a rhyme then repeat to you in sign language Give me what you got If you sh** Shove a red pill in your grill and introduce you to The Matrix I'm in the club physically but I don't know where my mind is So low that fools refer to me as your highness Wack n***a you're spineless Nobody got your back, I'll make the beat collapse And watch your rap fall out the track I'm taking names, of those who participate to gain Phrase my words in ways to manipulate the brain [Hook] If it doesn't make a difference it doesn't make sense If it doesn't make sense, it doesn't make a difference Since this isn't like any other in existence Does that make me different? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) If it doesn't make a difference it doesn't make sense If it doesn't make sense, it doesn't make a difference Since this isn't like any other in existence Does that make me different? I'm on some other sh** [Verse Two] I'll chew you up and spit you out like a broken ca**ette deck I hear the sh** you shout, you're in no position to make threats Wait a sec Let me introduce ya To the reason your producer can't make beats quite like he used to When in the clear I'ma end your career Injure your engineer I'm with the hecklers in the rear (Yeah we in here) Nothing nice Something terrible n***as don't fall off, I push 'em they be scared to go In the air they blow, frail frames float well Got knocked off my jock now he grabs at my coat tail Homie you so wack don't tell me where your shows at Kidnap your rap not even Lojack can get your flow back Watch the getaway Knock my voice off walls My words ricochet Read my lips okay? I'ma say it twice I'm used to repeating myself you need a wise man's advice [Hook] [Verse Three] When I bust it burns, it burns when I bust Rappers are no factor, they get turned to dust From dust to just ashes I'm Ali when he was Ca**ius Float like indo smoke Flip like I'm psychopathic Fool get yo' a** kicked Served multiple knuckle sandwiches In front of your Tae Bo cla** b**h First...last...I ain't even tripping I be the memory of your worst a** whipping I'm the consequences of your actions Wack f** is what I clash with so [?] stop rapping (I got guns fool, plus Rottweilers that drool Ms. Atlanta Georgia laying naked next to the pool) No behaving I walk the dark side with a raven And imagination of Wes Craven Engraving deadly lyrics upon tablets Letting these so called stars have it [Hook]