Giraffe Pussy - Intellectual

[Intro: Ras Kass]

Ah. Lions and Lakers. I am Ras Kass representing C-Arson California with my nigga Bishop Lamont. And representing the D, Apollo Brown and Nickel. Royce Da 5'9"!

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]

I could swim the English Channel with all these arms I got

Fully automatic karma tryna disarm my plot

I’m honorin’ invites to fight, just wait there

I’m givin’ out beats like the Dre pair

I’m comin’ with straps like a straight jacket

Nah I ain’t puttin’ nothin’ on Worldstar

I’m creepin’ on yah, keep it under your hat like Sway hair

Nickel, Razzy and Crook’ll spark

The thought that’ll triple author the book of sharks

I told my Phantom driver

I said “Phantom driver, take me to the Opera

Waited ’til we got there, then I shot him

Just so we could look the part

My bitch just sit in my bed and wait for me

Even though all the threads’ snazzy, she never wear ‘em

Your bitch a chickenhead, mines is inconspicuous

Even on Twitter, I crack her head if she don't use an egg avi

I've been possessed since the Nature Of The Threat drop

Jordan shoe of recordin', you a whore to your label, your label a sweatshop

[Hook: Xzibit]

I feel so inspired, never kneel to a false messiah

Gettin' higher than giraffe pussy

Push me, I'm no liar, flatten you niggas like 4 flat tires

Gettin' higher than giraffe pussy

[Verse 2: Ras Kass]

I'm higher than your ascendin' messiah

On the original Easter, supernatural creature

I'm tryna Worldstar every mothafuckin' feature

Kick you while you're down in the face, Sharkeisha

Niggas is lame, playin' a knockout game

I hope all your mothers get the same, real talk

This is hip hop on bath salts

I be in the streets like lanes, litter and asphalt

Why am I such an asshole? Probably my dad's fault

It's an Austin thing, nigga

Little rock, big cop

Time is money; the guap is tick-tock

Landed a 'copter in the jungles, me and Rick Rock

Hopped out and showed the Bloods respect

'Cause I love the West, plus I got love for Hex Murda

That means I love the D, what up though?

My Cal d'in bitch gun tote, nickel plated snub nose

So run home

I be seein' rappers out standin' in the front row

Secondhand blunt smoke

For my niggas in the pen playin' tunk though

Bring 'em 85 off that 36 months though

[Hook: Xzibit]

I feel so inspired, never kneel to a false messiah

Gettin' higher than giraffe pussy

Push me, I'm no liar, flatten you niggas like 4 flat tires

Gettin' higher than giraffe pussy

[Verse 3: Bishop Lamont]

I can show you how real style gets spit

Lava, underwater

Volcanic my standard, I incinerate your blah blah

You too green, new to this thing

You soft niggas sweet like guava

I like my bitches kinky, swallow nut like German lager

Speakin' of German, I go off like V2's

My word play is D-Day if I choose

I'm unenthused with you phony dudes and your crews

You Ali G in Borat

Talk shit, I'm on your front porch like a doormat

What you say?

I'm SoCal, Carson City my locale

I've been at this since niggas used to go see Cal

Yeah, you ride my dick, too many on it like a slave ship

My penmanship's a scorpion's tail tip, poison

Deadly, I put lead in yah, more guts the merrier

I'm Gonna Git You Sucka [?] like Hayes but never slippin'

Slip the clip in, it's a wrap, get mummified

Play Egyptian, Mumm-Ra, cartoon, your description

Make you poof like Harry who? I'm no magician

Listen, phony formats, don't fuck with none of that

[Hook: Xzibit]

I feel so inspired, never kneel to a false messiah

Gettin' higher than giraffe pussy

Push me, I'm no liar, flatten you niggas like 4 flat tires

Gettin' higher than giraffe pussy