Morphine - Intellectual

[Intro: Termanology]

Yeah

Uh (Statik Selektah)

Here we go

Kidnappings, alibis, drive-bys

I been there, there's paperwork, so why lie?

Four-fives, bullets spittin', flesh cookin'

Now you bare, fitted, body on the best cushion

Hah, I came to dinner with a meat cleaver

Bam, I get you hit up with a street sweeper

Unique dreamer that's whippin' the green Bimmer

In them clean sneakers, I spent my feature money on reefer

Reach for my piece, you fittin' to meet Jesus

I'm a street genius, before rap, I sold heaters

It's no weakness, runnin' with cold creatures

Put a bullet into your bitch and kill your fetus

Cement shoes, they don't know where your feet is

Closed casket, no clothes, you're at the griever's

It's up to me, make a killin' off the morphine

The fiends come and we hit 'em with the quarantine

Brr (Yeah)

Statik Selektah, Termanology, Fizzy, ahh

Ayo, I'm loyal to my brand (M.O.P.)

Grand Royal to my brand (M.O.P.)

Nigga, I spit fire, y'all can't deny it

Y'all fold under pressure, I was taught to apply it

I spit that raw shit, that old go-to-war shit

And leave it all over the track like horse shit

Spaz-matic, I spaz with it

See that cloth that you cut from? I wouldn't wipe my ass with it

Analyze my vocals, I'm the motherfucker you go to

I leave niggas puzzled like Sudoku

I blam a nigga down, I specialize in street carpentry

Yeah, I hammer niggas down

You know how we do, ran a nigga down

Went upside of his head and beat the camera nigga down (C'mon)

M.O.P. and Showoff, we be the raw team

Statik, hit 'em with the quarantine