Fuze The MC - Wager lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Fuze The MC] Who wants to wager that we won't go major Turn pages forever in my book of rhymes for cheddar Whoever stand between me and my endeavors gets severed For better or worse, my verse is like the treasure It hurts to see my brothers doing dirt I'm trying to build an ecosystem they ain't gotta murk It's funny cause they smirk and say That you some panther type n***a Well that's ironic, a Panther type n***a I figured the figures and the riches were eminent But in this game, you could lose yourself like Eminem So I'm trying to find peace, love, and other synonyms To combat the sentiment But in the city of ignorance only weapon is penmanship So they see my No. B. S. and they ask about membership Just a couple of ministers who claim to be militant k**in' the game, guilty as charged but claim innocent In a minute my sentences land me behind bars Land me behind stage, just land me beside stars Who say I'll be the greatest and I tell 'em by far Like So La Ti Do Re Mi, do you see how Fa? My music goes out through a rose for all the slain, uh You feel the pose, I'm filling shows I'm sorry to break your heart I tend to go like Timberlo That's too cold, too harsh I 'member flows that I disposed That could probably reach the charts But I ain't trying to reach the charts man I'm trying to reach the block Like an actor going over lines is trying to learn his part You trying to save the world You gotta know the cost You gotta tote the iron man to be the Tony Starks That's too deep, I'm too street Like a fork in the road, but a fork in the flow Put a food for thought in an uzi It's spittin, and rippin it right through your mind They said It Was Written, you about to get mine This sh** right here is so devine I hop on the stage and I'm blowing their mind They're glarin' and starin' not blinking their eyes All of my n***as are paid and we ride All of my n***as are paid and we ride Forgive me I'm really dividing up pies So people can eat and I stay on my grind But in this game of hip hop It's sort of like Spades It's more 'bout who you playing with and less 'bout how you play They screaming for Wayne, shoot, and Bruce is on the way With no super powers, just some records in a crate It's about to be a dark night, I hope you brought your cape See that's Nobel Black Society Leaders of a race