Artist: Wisemen
Album:  n/a
Song:   Nothing to Hide
Typed By: pneumatic

[Sample]
Now what are the guns.

[Chorus: sample]
My path will someday haunt me, Even though I have nothing to hide,
Hide, Nothing, Nothing.

[Kevlaar 7]
Zero to conceal, Fear a caliber of forty,
Real and righteous, Fightin stormy clouds that follow,
Vials of today is my lotto tomorrow,
Grippin a bottle, Sippin that purp Crown Royal,
Royalty and money's like water and oil mixin,
What was I thinkin bringin seeds into this world,
Fairy tale years shed a struggle's pale tears,
Assistant on a weapon, Deceased, My sister's weepin,
Keepin the fury full adds dirt to my burial,
I'm grippin on a piece so my fam can see peace,
A rare experience under the heaven we beneath,
My expense is war until my temple's deceased.

[Chorus]

[Bronze Nazareth]
Yo, Levels of terror, Goulded out era,
Behind the all seeing pharaoh, Fury out of order,
Slow burn potent ashes in the urn in Florida,
Crows fly backwards, White Owls burn,
The Pistons lost to the Spurs, My mind all disturbed,
See these rhymes like a taxi, My way off the curb,
National seems blurred, My straight words just served,
Run no petal tracks free like gold medal athletes,
Cast off, Islands away just to think,
Blink and life gone, But my mics still on,
Maintain tunnel back like time machine mind frame,
When gas was ninety-nine cents and mines was plain,
Minus thinkin bout how the nine would aim if the time had came,
Yeah, Yo, Murderous nervousness, Life full of turbulence,
Yeah wild orphanage, Never off the hip.

[Chorus]

[Prelude: Salute]
Yo, That's real talk man, Yo, The way I feel,
I feel like I'm goin, Man, I'm goin..

[Salute]
Zero to sixty-six in just six seconds,
Mind concealed, I'm a felon for this weapon,
With two strikes, Sweatin hard, Beggin for a foul,
With my family on my mind, Gettin calls from prison walls,
My tummy touchin, Brain cells hangin by nails,
And my cash flow movin like a boat when it sails,
Real steady but my nightmares worser then Freddy,
And that load on my back that I'm holdin is gettin heavy,
But still ready, Puffin on my pride like a roach,
Posessin nothin but my word, Few pistols and hopes,
I'm tired of dreamin, Fascination runnin too wild,
And the sirens gettin closer like the law with a case,
I'd rather die before motherfuckers spit in my face,
So stay in your place, Before the gun leave off the waist,
And I'm up in your residence, Ivadin your space,
Meltin hearts, Body parts, Like the weed when it's laced,
And keep it movin like the first of the month with that yea,
It's everyday in this jungle that I'm livin, I'm lovin,
Corruption gotta nigga feelin like a reason for thuggin,
And I'm huggin blocks more then I'm huggin my women,
Got me tossin in my sleep, Dreamin I'm D. Goddin,
Casualties when I squeeze and it leaves the iron,
Providin chalk line and if my daughter's cryin, I aint lyin.

[Sample]
Ohh how will I know.