Get ’Em - Intellectual

[Intro]

It's so, so stiffening, oh so sickening, oh so simple

It's, it's, it's, it's, so, so stiffening, oh so sickening, oh so simple

It's, it's, it's, so, so stiffening, oh so sickening, oh so simple

[Verse 1: Agerman]

I'm about to blow they fucking head off

I ain't going for no reason and it's good

I own mine all the time, all day I pack em on flavor and season and never fade

I seal em up, cut em up, kill em all up like Norman Bates

Light em up, takin' marks off, takin' rocks off

Takin' rocks off to the whole park off, put your lights out

P-H-Balance, stash niggas, flowamatic imitator

Talkin' bout niggas that don't pull triggers, I'm not no joke, no bill

Well my click got wider, got people smellin' me

Hittaz all the way in low voice, be tellin' me

Through the back door, get away from felonies, fuck the bullshit

Come up with somethin' that sorta make you loose

Biatch niggas hate me, cause I rap crazy, wanna sound like me

Dion shit, steady tryna bubble off the next man proper

This funk gon stop me, remind me of a turf hopper

That need to be slapped in the face with a choppa

Nigga I knew your fake ass wasn't no mobster

Cause you hangin' with the same man that ran when them niggas robbed ya

I shoulda warned ya, I'm goin' deep on ya

You can't be soundin' like the East Coast

Hittin' codas in California, boy you outta pocket

Wear this shoe because it fit yo ass

Don't matter to me what you wanna do, my crew gon get yo ass

[Verse 2: T-Luni]

Have you ever stuck your finger in the hole of a dead nigga's forehead

And seen what happens when hollow tips linger nigga

It's so, so stiff and oh so sickening and oh so simple

One slug to your heart, two slugs to your temple

Niggas breathe slow cause pistols need no permission

Just some index pressure and you're just another body bag strapped to a stretch

On fools who violate, I bust two pupils, dilate

Fuck you bitches, scary, I let my clips on your obituary

[Verse 3: Eklipze]

These clips is merciless and niggas ain't never heard of this

Mobster, I introduce you into some murder shit

Nervous, free grippin' chopper

Deeper than shocker, spray pumps in the mouth just like [?]

Me and my patnas get off rocket and start to bust in that [?]

Doin' my proper, then we fly under just like [?]

Baby Noreaga, fifty two in the chamber, [?] yo hold up

He said to get him, I got him, he said to shoot so I shot him

Dropped him in the bottom of a [?]

We off, demon fools, we gettin' wet up

I lock the Glock, it's 2pacolyse to keep your head up

[Chorus: Keak Da Sneak, (Agerman)]

Get em, get em, get you, get you, get em, hit em, sick em, bit em, love em, lit em

(Talkin' all that [?] when you was with your boys, now I got ya)

Get em, get you, get you, get em, hit em, sick em, bit em, love em, lit em

(I let shit get cold, but as you can see)

[Verse 4: B.A.R.T.]

I rolls with the mob so you know it's not a problem

Trick or flow, Nina, not knowin' the next time you breathin'

3Tyaphilia, the underground schievers

So when I'm around your town, don't clown cause niggas a millimeter

Skills to defeat ya, B, Age plus Keak-a Sneak

Peep my flows get deep in your dome like [?] so let's get

A nigga to creep cause my techniques full of terror

No bleeps and errors cause 140 pounds of pressure, nigga what

Load it up like a Trey Five

Nigga get ready to duck and watch them brains fly

So [?] and blast, too late for the catcher

Come the cops, we'll move in a blast

Hit em up with the magnum, put him in a bag and wrap him tough

Zip lock, pH is up, just peep how crazy niggas come

Rough it and roll with the empty cup

Bet you gon get that ass fucked up when I pop on the clip, put it back in his guts

Three time for your mind, [?]

Niggas that'll get that ass won't miss that ass, get ya, got ya

[Verse 5: Keak Da Sneak]

Get em, get ya, got that ass, split em, hit em, pop that ass

Second, bit em, drop that ass

Last, let em, shot that ass

Fully flow, for 94, I blows up the spot

Fuck em in the door, my friend don't work in the radiator hah

Ain't no half steppin', gotta give it all I got

With 35 shot from the [?], left everybody wet, runnin' and screaming stop

When I pop, push fit, they really can't fuck with this

Open your lungs like primatene mist

I watched them choke cause I knew it was hit

Man, it's that 3 Krazy, and can't none of you niggas fade

Maxin my status, it's platinum and every nigga I fuck with straight

I leave em fucked off from the floor, Mac I bucked off

Steady smokin' [?], while you [?], I sucked off

See niggas be sellin' fat, tryna cover that shit I make

But bitin' the chunks out my vocab won't get you a platinum price

Ten point shot like a Craig

Another nigga done lost his name, when I ain't

Fully flowamatic, [?] you fucked in the game

With no replay, West Coast nigga, this CA

And a shout out to that bitch nigga at [?], he was B.A

[Chorus: Keak Da Sneak, (Agerman)]

Get em, get em, get ya, got ya, get em, hit em, sick em, lit em

(Talkin' all that [?] when you was with your boys, now I got ya)

Get ya, get ya, get em, hit em, sick em, lit em

(I let shit get cold, but as you can see, it got much hotter)

Get em, get ya, get ya, get em, hit em, sick em, lit em

(Talkin' all that [?] when you was with your boys, now I got ya)

Get ya, get ya, get em, hit em, sick em, lit em

(I let shit get cold, but as you can see, it got much hotter)

Get em, get ya, get ya, get em, hit em, sick em, lit em

(Talkin' all that [?] when you was with your boys, now I got ya)

Get ya, get ya, get em, hit em, sick em, lit em

(I let shit get cold, but as you can see, it got much hotter)

[Post-Chorus]

It's, it's, it's, so, so stiffening, oh so sickening, oh so simple