Sons of Solomon Songtext
von WiseWords

Statik Selektah
With the Sons of Solomon, temples built
Bricks in the north to see the stars again
Turtleneck with a cardigan, The gold ropes
Like a slave baby in a farmer′s den
Reign down judgement like I'm Parliament
I′m Coughing up smoke, to the audience
They looking to see the stars fall again
I play it smooth Dior is on the Ottoman
Due guard made em stitch up the cartilage look
Queen Sheba reached the east to fall again
The concubines rub my shoulders it's how it all begins
Whispers sweet nothin's like my fairytale doesn′t exist
I can′t wait to spell out sin
Sippin tequila, shit, it got me hella bent


9th wonder meet Wise, shit his flow legit
Bunch of Statik that hope my termanology mix
Select me, you'll be set free inside the abyss
More free then slopes with two ski′s
My cuz got avalanches wit a hunnid Gz
Monetary and literally, my names should be frugal chief
You too loud, shit I'm discreet
All money ain′t good money ya business can't flourish with me
Shit don′t look at me
I got em tighter than bobsledders on cool runnings
For asking questions to me, what a tragedy
She hittin' high notes, in different keys
I told shit, all her secrets safe with me
I prefer Swiss cheese living out, this American dream
Yo, it's Wise