Lifetime - Intellectual

Let me get the Illmatic!

Waves with the clean sides!

If this was '94

I'd be Nas

If that was '94

YALL'D BE PRAS!

N'a I'm...

CHRIS WISE!

Say it again!

The bonafide, blackified griot

Wake up in the morning

I'm giving thanks to the G-O

For giving me the knowledge to acknowledge and to polish all the g-g-g-garbage that was f'n up my wallet

Made a couple dollars and I spent 'em in a hurry on some used Penny IV's and a couple McFlurry's

Pause for the cause...

I was living on the floor

Motivated by Shakur and The Hunger for More!

For myself and my people the future is see-through

Create it moments when chilling with people you love

Love, life, peace, and having fun

Put down the guns and grab some buns!

Pull your p-pants up and be a man for once!

One!

[Chorus]

In...

My...

Lifetime...

[Verse 2]

"Yo, WISE, what's on today's agenda?"

Chicken acquisition making millions out the blender

Life full of splendor

But I gave her cane raw

Sipping my coffee

Black as Marc' Garvey

The boulevard of Empire where it all started!

Cruising up Nostrand

Pedal to the ocean

Dreams of a phat crib

Shows with promotion

Pull up at my alma mater

Drop a lecture

Drop an album

Let's call it The Blackest Power

Let's go to Iraq

And shower healing on the people who need it

I pray one day we free the world from militaristic demons

Until that day just trust the Journey

NEVER STOP BELIEVING!

[Bridge]

I think I finally found my purpose Momma

I'm tired of being worthless Momma

There's gotta be more than work and drama

And so much pain...

I know I finally found my purpose Momma

Tired of being worthless Momma

Gotta be more than work and drama

And so much pain

No more pain

Lifetime...

[Trumpet refrain]

[Verse 3]

Triumph over tragedy

Clients keep harassing me

Pursuing all my passions make my life the freshest masterpiece

The seven is eternal if I ever perish naturally

Mentorship the vital key

JUST WATCH WHO COMING AFTER ME

Loop the beat again

Let my pen bleed sin

Who said 82-0 was impossible

I'm feeling like Static Shock after two plates of that Rasta Pasta

Who knew a chubby, sheltered kid would grow up to inspire mobsters?

They ask me why I do it?

I told em for La Raza!

I heard his life is like a Mayan Ruin!

Now I'm covered in gems and rubies like tombs of Egyptian rulers

Like "Who does he listen to?

His tutors is too elusive!"

But it ain't about them dog!

RELENTLESS with this penmanship

Just like Ms. Radix taught me

Brooklyn on the rise

Constructing whole new categories

This ain't conscious, nah

It ain't alternative

I'm just a 23 year old who finally learned he was rich

Invested all my chips

I finally learned how to flip