[Verse 1: SciryL]

Wise steps over coals, smoking toes, baby

Hellfire for a frozen soul—so it goes

A broken promise and a swollen nose

A coke habit and an overdose like those problems, right?

On the Sol-Trane, Globetrotting, heart broken

By a world with no conscious while Poor Righteous

Teachers promote violence, silence in the court of the

Lawbreakers, the thoughts of the lawmakers overboard

Raw greatness, no applause or ovation

Baby. Just taste it, nigga

Got the salad for your palate cleanse, that umami

For you probably—you mami, you papi

Poppy seed farms in the views I see, smooth saké

In a chalice—it’s on hockey. Teriyaki

Bowl, seared ahi over open coals—open

Your nose, smell it, hear it promptly, nigga

Wise steps, wise steps

[Verse 2: !LLumiN@TE]

Wise stepping stones, hopscotch

On the rocks, sidestep a zone and take a shot

Make it rain, rain on their parade while you make ‘em watch

Make ‘em pray that you make it stop—stop whining

These are the Grape Street, Crip-a-ling thoughts

Crip-walking is a rigorous sport, rigor mortis

For the rigamarole. If roses are red? And violence

Is cool? If it had a hue, shit, it’s probably blue

Blue Steel, Blue Shield, referees blow the whistle, blow

The call, so it all goes against you. Ginsu

Sharpie graffiti bombed on a Sol-Trane track

Code-switching, so you know they’re black, black and proud

Black and mild. A “100 Miles and Runnin’,” do the Running Man

And throw this track back if you wanna dance. It’s Dance

Dance Revolution, high-definition reso-

-lution, the excellence of execution

Wise steps