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 knives.
You see me quiet, you think I'm scared — nah — I play the mime. Smile soft, mind sharp. Catch a wind of my design.
Mess with me — that the last thing on your mind. I play fool to catch wise. Rewind, rewind.
No world like a knife sliding. No world like a knife sliding. No world like a knife sliding. No world like a knife sliding.
Footsteps muffled by the river breeze. Candle flicker, cold knees. Tawes Meadows taught me silent secrets deep like old trees.
I walk like I lost my heat. Pockets empty, eyes discreet. But into the gutter of 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 how fear convert.
Spanish Town bred. Streets taught. Discipline and dread. They call me yard man. Plant the graves with words I said.
Not a gangster flex. This is ritual, mental hex. I fold the map. Be 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. Finish 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, nah. I play the mime. 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.
Come closer, listen. I stitch your fate with syllables. My tongue a crooked blade. Surgical pitiful.
Them wicked trifle test the calm. But calm is pivotal. I fold them up like old letters. Bury secrets in a ritual.
IQ soldier, name inked. In the margins of the night. Spanish down, piel gritty. But my heart colder than frostbite.
Them laugh when I hush. Them stack stones on my hush. But when I rise, them story crumble like thrift store plush.
I move in shadow markets. Trade in silent deals. And sell fear by the owns. Ship nightmares for real.
Towers meadows taught me all to listen to the wind. How to plan to lie and wait until the truth give in.
I play harmless, them complacent. That's the currency. When final bell ring, me collect. They fall to my urgency.
Hush. Watch me breathe. Listen. Watch me weave. Hush. I saw you leave. Listen. Finally.
You see me quiet, think I'm scared, nah. I play the mime. Smile soft, mind sharp. Catch you inna my design.
Mess with me, got the last thing on your mind. I play fool to catch wise. Rewind. Rewind.
Darkness, my atelier. 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 down.
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 lone. Quiet ain't weakness.
It's a vault where thunder grows. I open it in silence. Watch the city learn my prose. It's 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 soldier, yard man. Reborn reclaiming words.
You see me quiet, think I'm scared. No, I only wait. Spanish town night, keep the secret.
Towers, meadows, hold the gate. I play fool to catch wise. Watch your mind. Mind's the knife.
