[INTRO] [Cyantist] Yeah! He who walks with the wise becomes wise [Philharmonic] Wise riddles [VERSE 1: Philharmonic] Chinese space time travel through time Vision seen by the eye captured by tha speed of light Aristotlical mind, standard sight scientifical thoughts Behold the sword of war that divide nation For greed of power of political extortion The piracy of Somalian piracy astronomical mathematician Decode tha message from outta space The mystery of galaxy recite scriptures From tha book of secrets Collect information from a dangerous perception Idols smashed into pieces Tha sense is not common but use wisely my common sense I travel under tunnels like underground trains Study artifacts discover century brains Deep in the desert of jordan lies giant stone structures I walk on tha oasis meditate with fire-logics The world sleep under Luciferian hypnosis Smuggling d** & arms in my continent Injecting little kids with an H.I.V virus Inhuman morals hazardous weapons Tested on another man soil My spy gla** visualized on tha ship of Kamikaze Seek for tha superiors face in the garden of Eden Do tha chosen science for tha ageless light walker All hail the born sky walker, the safety-lamb key holder [HOOK: Cyantist & Philharmonic] 2x YO! I write these rhymes to k** these mics And spit my rhymes to uplift these minds, so We drop mental gems for you mental physical Open your mind eye wide, wise Solomonical arts [VERSE 2: Cyantist] Yo! The mind of a poet and the mind of a scientist Mind of a philosopher, I write and spit cla**ics Philosophy encrypted in the message I deliver Uplifts the soul, and the psyche of the receiver So consider me a pastor on the altar Blessing souls of the flocks that I guide with a chapter I'm the master of the masters with a golden structure Of rhymes and lines that I write with my right, right? See, I can't afford to starve the people that I write for So if I had no pen and pad, I'd write on the asphalt I'm trying to increase my knowledge While you trying to increase your fans So while you busy making tracks for ladies to dance I'm busy making tracks for real heads to shake heads I'll never sell my trust to a fake with a handshake So I'm hungry for k**ing every time that I see a snake Some people never give, they just wanna take I've always been a son of a living God Pops never told me to bow before any mortal god I never listen to raps that be cussing God Behind high expectations lies frustrations I cut faces of traitors with razors Yes I'm the greatest, I spit these bars to k**s fakers I'm the Modern Day Aristotle Knowledge and wisdom are fruits of my labor, yeah! [REPEAT HOOK] 2x [OUTRO: Philharmonic] Yeah. The mathematical method of knowledge Walk of the wise became wise The words of the wise and their riddles. Peace!!