WISE GUY

By Caleb Hampton

Released on August 8, 2000

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[Verse 1]

Wise guys was born to be different

Promising like Terranova, ironic

We ‘posed to be composed even when the earth vomit, decompose

But I’m moving like Henry Hill when that nigga hit the coke

Brain twitching left and right

A creative and logical to high extents

Knew my right but hid what was left at my expense

And to say I could explain it I’d be lying then

To Daniel as to me being saved had a higher chance

When in the home of a stranger, I bloomed, I advanced

‘Bracing my dualist nature, for it was fireskin

Wore it but was ‘head and tail’-ing my truth

A soul and mind dilemma

Now the village think they split the baby in two

Benign, and creole my thick ‘cent speaking to momma

But now peeled, for instance, piecing my trauma

Wording it, humbly, antipathy that I done garnered

A lion, I’m leo the sixth—sense perceiving Karma, uh


[Skit]

Our neighbors didn’t park in our driveway anymore

I didn’t have to wait in line at the bakery on Sunday mornings anymore for fresh bread

I was taken care of first

I mean I had more money than I could spend, I had it all

One day

One day some of the kids from the neighborhood carried my mother’s groceries all the way home

You know why?

It was outta respect


[Verse 2]

Look, fuse the axillary, I mean “aux”

While we run red lights

And pit stops to us is a chip spot

To rest my sore delts from carrying, they slumped over

The outcome of this type of head given to young shoulders

Pops’ ammo and momma’s blood, we from soldiers

Mouth of the righteous, I prophesy with a still tongue

A word is enough for him

The joke gets tired

My worry admired

Grateful my pen ain’t foreign

Yea


[Skit]

Welcome to Ch' Miguel

Will we be starting with a cocktail today?

Oh yes, I'd like the bottle of Dom Perignon

Some Beluga Caviar and for the main course

We'll have the Pekin' Duck A La Roux

And the stuffed artichoke

Pekin' duck, I don't want no duck

Give me some pig, pig's—