Knowledge is a Curse by Edgar Wyndham Lyrics
[Verse 1: Edgar Wyndham]
In some ways it’s true, knowledge is a curse
After all these years of college, I just spilled it all in verse
Just praying to the beats and perfection of flowing
No knowledge of self, ya’ll praying to the all knowing
Ya’ll should think then straighten your thoughts out
Cuz internet fame ain’t a way to gain real clout
This pursuit of science livin’ life in defiance
While ya’ll ride tracks but ya can’t provide guidance
I’m ready, willing and able to diss and disable
An M.C. that thinks they move me with fables
I’m at the table and ready to eat
Ya sayin’ you’re hungry but I been hungry all week
And all month, and all year, and since the day of birth
Shit, I was hungry even inside my old earth
So don’t ever think you could stop me stackin’ cheese
I also eat beef and whatever I please
[Verse 2: Edgar Wyndham]
I’ve sung the blues just like Aretha Franklin
To be frank son, I just ain’t the one
To be trifled with or ya get stifled quick
Cuz I bust shots without a rifle tip
Spit hit afta hit, how I bring the heat
On beat afta beat how I spit to compete
Cuz this here technique is just shootin’ skeet
Poisonous darts from how I freak what I speak
See the seventh sign, all ya'll sedentary minds
Can’t even fuck with me and all of mines
It’s just the blind, deaf and the dumb
The eighty-five scroungin’ for crumbs
Who could only bring what everyone brung
But still ain't done nothin' with what they done
They lungs may have learned how to breath
But they could never learn they third eye to see
[Verse 3: Edgar Wyndham]
Why do I smoke bones? the infamous unknown
I'm self-destructive and a little torture prone
Left alone, that’s the life that I choose
In a haze of the smoke and the booze
That’s how I cruise or should say how I roll
Too much abuse and the years take they toll
Goin for gold or goin for platinum
Is those really saviors? I’m really askin’ men
While I’m baskin’ in this here limelight
Some cats be askin do he rhyme right?
But I’m virgin dime tight, so I dine tonight
Still hungry but I wine and dine alright
Never bite, as they commonly ask them to
Take beat breaks to heads and then smash ‘em through
Then just capture you, with one last move
Catch an “L” from my knight check-checkmate too
In some ways it’s true, knowledge is a curse
After all these years of college, I just spilled it all in verse
Just praying to the beats and perfection of flowing
No knowledge of self, ya’ll praying to the all knowing
Ya’ll should think then straighten your thoughts out
Cuz internet fame ain’t a way to gain real clout
This pursuit of science livin’ life in defiance
While ya’ll ride tracks but ya can’t provide guidance
I’m ready, willing and able to diss and disable
An M.C. that thinks they move me with fables
I’m at the table and ready to eat
Ya sayin’ you’re hungry but I been hungry all week
And all month, and all year, and since the day of birth
Shit, I was hungry even inside my old earth
So don’t ever think you could stop me stackin’ cheese
I also eat beef and whatever I please
[Verse 2: Edgar Wyndham]
I’ve sung the blues just like Aretha Franklin
To be frank son, I just ain’t the one
To be trifled with or ya get stifled quick
Cuz I bust shots without a rifle tip
Spit hit afta hit, how I bring the heat
On beat afta beat how I spit to compete
Cuz this here technique is just shootin’ skeet
Poisonous darts from how I freak what I speak
See the seventh sign, all ya'll sedentary minds
Can’t even fuck with me and all of mines
It’s just the blind, deaf and the dumb
The eighty-five scroungin’ for crumbs
Who could only bring what everyone brung
But still ain't done nothin' with what they done
They lungs may have learned how to breath
But they could never learn they third eye to see
[Verse 3: Edgar Wyndham]
Why do I smoke bones? the infamous unknown
I'm self-destructive and a little torture prone
Left alone, that’s the life that I choose
In a haze of the smoke and the booze
That’s how I cruise or should say how I roll
Too much abuse and the years take they toll
Goin for gold or goin for platinum
Is those really saviors? I’m really askin’ men
While I’m baskin’ in this here limelight
Some cats be askin do he rhyme right?
But I’m virgin dime tight, so I dine tonight
Still hungry but I wine and dine alright
Never bite, as they commonly ask them to
Take beat breaks to heads and then smash ‘em through
Then just capture you, with one last move
Catch an “L” from my knight check-checkmate too