I play fool to catch wise. Hear the hush before the thunder. Spanish Town smoke, Tawes Meadows rise. IQ Solji — yard man with the crown of night.
You see me quiet, you think I'm scared... No — I play the mime. Smile soft, mind sharp. Catch your inner, my design. Mess with me, that the last thing on your mind. I play fool to catch wise. Rewind, rewind.
Footsteps muffled by the river breeze. Candle flicker, cold knees. Tawes Meadows taught me silence. Secrets deep like old trees. I walk like I lost my heat. Pockets empty, eyes discreet. Button of the gutter off my brain. Them demons practice on repeat. Whispers do the work. Patience is my weapon.
Tactful, lethal, curt. I soak the night in oil. Light it slow. Watch out for your convert. Spanish Town bred. Streets taut. Discipline and dread. They call me yard man. Planting graves with words I said. Not a gangsta flex. This is ritual. Mental hex. I fold the map of your tomorrow. Clip your wings, then collect. Play me small, I move like chess. King masters, jesters dress. When kingdom fall, the fool rise up. Finished game, no stress.
You look, but you not see me. You think, but you not know me. I play fool to catch wise. You see me quiet, think I'm scared now. I play the mind. Smile soft, mind sharp. Catch you inna my design. Mess with me, that the last thing on your mind. I play fool to catch wise. Rewind, rewind.
Come closer, listen. I stitch your fate with syllables. My tongue a crooked blade. Surgical, pitiful. Them wicked try to test the calm. But calm is pivotal. I fold them up like old letters. Bury secrets in a ritual. IQ solji. Name inked in the margins of the night. Spanish town, pale gritty. But my heart colder than frostbite.
Them laugh when I hush. Them stack stones are my hush. But when I rise, them story crumble like thrift store plush. I move in shadow markets. Trade in silent deals. Sell fear by the ownership. Nightmares for real. Towers, meadows taught me how to listen to the wind. How to plant a lying way until the truth given. I play harmless, them complacent. That's the currency. When final bell ring, me collect. They fall to my urgency. Hush.
Watch me breathe. Watch me weave. I sew your leave. Finally. You see me quiet, you think I'm scared. I play the mind. Smile soft, mind sharp. Catch your inner, my design. Mess with me, that the last thing on your mind. I play fool to catch wise. Rewind, rewind.
Darkness, my atteler. Crafting fate like candle wax. You think it's chance, I call it art. Cold facts, no alibis. Brother, this is knowledge earned from nights beneath the skies. Towers to Spanish town, I carry elders' lullabies. Not boasting blood, but I speak in strokes that break the bone. Not cause me wicked, nah, cause I claim back what was loaned. Quiet ain't weakness, it's a vault where thunder grows. I open it in silence, watch the city learn my prose.
This not a threat for petty pride. It's a school of consequence. Mess with me, and you pay tuition with your sense. I play fool to catch wise. The oldest dance on earth. IQ, soul, giard, man. Reborn, reclaiming worth.
You see me quiet, you think I'm scared. No, I only wait. Spanish town, I keep the secret. Towers, meadows, hold the gate. I play fool to catch wise. Watch your mind, mine's the knife.
