Kamikaze - Intellectual

[Hook]

This weight lifted

Grapes twisted

Display wisdom

Stainless vision

Caught up in this fake business

Why would I waste a minute?

I hear the snake hisses from a safe distance

But i ain't trippin..

[Verse I]

My light moves, bout a thousand miles per second

Modern day prophet

Got profit pilin' without question

From thoughts clouded, doubt or your denial

I'm sorta Michael Jordan soarin' over the court to crowds, impressive

Astound who's ever found in attendence

Impeccable records recorded, rival with legends

Several styles perfected

Effortlessly make any enemies sound pathetic

Time is of the essence

Better be counting your blessings

Ballpoint pyramids, I built monuments

Revealing concealed truth, tilt the continent

Philosophic mind

Still a lot of dolla bills by the 100s

Gotta fill the wallet, they can't conceal the prophet

Peace to the Gods

[Verse II]

Chill with the static

I'm cut from a different cloth

On the real, you can feel it in the fabric

When I'm stitching together skills that is mastered

I cut a classic like film reels, still spit cinematic

Listen to this ill shit, it is a trailer

My third eye vision, never submits to images of infinite paper

Soon, I'll be living in a crib with no neighbors

Incinerate a zip into vapors like I'm living in Jamaica

Cruise, refrigerator cool

Writtens leave a critic's expectations in a crater on the moon

Disintegrate a crew for thinking they the most anticipated group

This an invitation for any imitation to

Hit the pavement til they face is bruised, or broken

My focus could move an ocean

Show & prove that my future golden

Witness true devotion

[Verse III]

Right on time I never left not even for a second

Godly presence, write a rhyme too deep for comprehension

Found patience, now became my foundation

Annihilation on clowns claiming that my style ain't ground breaking

Eighteen, I take my time it ain't a thing

Tired of waiting on this foul nation, rain or shine I'm reigning king

Most around my age is blind deaf or dumb

A brain like mine'll make you swear there was a second Sun

So when it's all said and done, and the pressure comes

I bet they let a major label company collect they funds

Just to get they record spun

That's why I'm kickin' dope metaphors until your head is numb