Twice Bleached - Intellectual

[Verse 1: AMMT]

Monsoon the waterfront, I'm drinking Fiji

I feel like Don Cheadle, Ocean's Eleven on repeat

Hope my past don't come back to Paula Deen me

This word to Young Braised and 1080p

Japanese Tendencies turn your basement to a bakery

The sorta skinny lovers in the house, Heavy D

Told the beat, please come back like Babie V

Ashy Larry brush the turkish royals off my denim jeans

Never seen a palm tree, but all my verses peachy keen

All your raps should come with a full bibliography

Obviously, you just took his discography

Then mixed it with a little bit of B.I.G.'s discography

Now you trying pass it off as intellectual property

You burn CDs essentially

Doing nothing worth mentioning

I'll be with the team, improving recipes gradually

I'm Edgar Allen Poe in the flesh, I need my Berenice

Fiji water bottle filled with Arizona ice tea

Couple shots of Absynthe, yeah, it mix nicely

Need a white chick with corn rows and a white tee

High-waisted shorts blue denim, but it's twice bleached

Black hat, white shirt, black shorts, white shoes

Why I be stained color black and make it night move (hold up)

Heard the beat and felt quite soothed, quite smooth

How I do it nicely with that ice blue

Icey in my hand, solo cup full of ice dew

Straight from the mountain in my udder, I'm a ice dude

Hit me with the joint, I'm feeling in the spike mood

Spike the punch, Ammit, while I light the Dutch Backwoods in it

Lighting all these haters with the heaters off the cabbage, savage garden

In the garden, in the city like madness

And I ain't talkin Wisconsin, just a Cheesehead Babel

And about how I knew I'd keep it like a sensei or a balance, man

Hit some four-twentys, now I'm feeling like a chalice, man

I been puttin work in, dog, check my palace, man

Don't ever fix your lips like Callogen

Then say something when you gon end up apologing, man

Man