Wise Eyes (ft. Nikki Bonds, [?], and Kayoz) - “The Saga”
[Emcee(s): Nikki Bonds, [?], and Kayoz]
[Producer(s): Superproducer Solar]

[Intro: Nikki Bonds]
Yo. It’s the saga. Like this. Yo

[Verse 1: Nikki Bonds]
God gave me power. Poetry leaks in fountain of rhymes
Bonds shine lyrical crime throughout my lifetime
Seen mad go over nickel and dime, yo
The Feds haunting families like Red Sea
Don’t test the chief criminal, incredible
C.B.D.: Calm But Deadly, catastrophe
Nikki B. in three drop top Z
Me and C, O-Z in a [?]
Clique too thick in cannabis. See
My shit. We’re living it up. My style is too clutch

[Verse 2: [?]]
Yo, it’s big guns multiplied by figures of big sums
Y’all little ones—see, y’all niggas floating when Wise come
We leave none to witness you on my hit list
Get shitted on, wiped out in time with quickness
To ‘villes, AKA R.E. You know Capone
Supreme rule the nation. Straight interrogation
You lost souls can’t see depth my rhymes go
I’ll manufacture dope shit that leaves your mind froze
As far as mine go, I’ll hold it down. Son
We’re living this shit, stay surviving in it. Yo

[Hook: [?]] (x2)
Time fly by, the saga never gon’ end
Continue through the trife shit we’ve been through
We see through all you fake individuals
End your careers, worried ‘bout the thought of the end too

[Verse 3: Kayoz]
See, I’m open and Wise as well as my team, who won’t allow
You to speak now. New York the capital, saga rules
Bring you tools versatile, run your jewels, finish
This statement, son: our sounds are bumping in your basements
No happiness or joy, what was killed now destroy
A world of strangers. Every corner you turn, there’s danger
My deadly talents knocking you off balance
My basic instincts consist of malice—every thought is violent
Hit you briefly. While I uprise, you’re still beneath me
We’re born to die, time fly by continuously
Wisdom is manifested. Don’t try to test this. I’ll make
You see life through our perspective. All competition’s deaded

[Hook: [?]] (x2)
Time fly by, the saga never gon’ end
Continue through the trife shit we’ve been through
We see through all you fake individuals
End your careers, worried ‘bout the thought of the end too

[Verse 4: [?] and Nikki Bonds]
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Every day’s a struggle. I’ll live my life on the humble
And shine fine and leave a message to the crime-blind
Who can’t see, those who fake their reps
Die constantly. Some even faking their deaths
Not to feel the consequence of fast acts, so tell me why
They’re fronting and shit. Yo, we’re emptying clips
[Nikki Bonds]
Preciseness. Yo, Nikki Bonds’ rhymes are priceless
No one could taste this. I’ll finesse—fuck the basics
We leave no traces, flooded pieces, diamond bracelets
We laced it. The saga now bring the drama
The real momma who proceed to keep the flow potent
We’re gun-toting. Yo, we’ll leave your skull broken
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Your careers is over. See my face on your poster
Shot through your shoulder—now you can’t hold a toaster
My rhymes is based on realness, as real as real get
We move too quick. Now, nigga, tell me: who the fearless?
[Nikki Bonds]
Wise Eyez, we’re moving and moving you through the menu
The rapture coming at ya. We’ll continue

[Hook: [?]] (x2)
Time fly by, the saga never gon’ end
Continue through the trife shit we’ve been through
We see through all you fake individuals
End your careers, worried ‘bout the thought of the end too

[Outro: [?] and Nikki Bonds]
Nikki: End too. The saga
[?]: [?]