Entree - Intellectual

(verse 1)

Scratch at my watch I look at my wrist

Oh shit where the fuck be my fist

Give em what I got these people get pissed

Why the fuck you lyin yeah i know you don't ride with this

But you know, yeah you get the gist

If you on the team them you are apart of the best

If you sleeping go cuddle with the rest

Cause I ain't fuckin with it

I ain't fuckin with it

(verse 2)

Tell me what the fuck you sayin again

Spaced out must've not have been interestin

Know whats really on my mind yeah I keep em guessin

2Teez on your mind i really be stressin

My patience wearing thin you people be testin

Mmm what you got on this entree?

Actin like we 8 years old and I'm ready to play

Just speak a little louder my drums got decay, but anyway

(yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, i dont know what the fuck im doing)

(verse 3)

Ive been in the studio

Why the fuck you been cold

That shit really be gettin old

And Im not sure that I'm sold

Decisively indecisive

When i get you it be quiet like ricin

You can fuck with me? shake em up and throw your dice in

All you other people suck like you one of them dysons

People be actin like they in a fucking crisis

Your shit ain't no threat

Im tired man and I gotta collect

Ive had it with that mumble shit man im up to my neck

The music nowadays got no intellect

I ain't lookin for check

Man I'm just lookin to wreck

Wait...

(Outro)

Everybody just bounce like aye