Vertigo - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Atahan]

You know me well enough

That when I get pushed imma hit them bars

But I found out that they fake

Like that Nicki Minajs arse

I spotted them out like a red dot on their foreheads

Im like sonic the hedgehog

One flash of light and your dead

A Bigfoot lookalike

Leave him sinking like his a davy jones

And 80 clones, won't be able to take him home

So Ali g had get some butter

Called Borat to take bruno to mars

Who knows

His pen touched paper but nothing went thru tho

He don’t matter like Pluto, shards

This bodybag hidden like Cluedo

He needed a check by reality

I dare em to battle me

Step up to the plate, and ill make his mama be proud of me

Im the new kid on the block now, I bully these fakes aye

Don’t make man go back to my old-ways

I can do this all day

All this hype got him throwing up

His weave too tight need sowing up

On god I hope he showing up

And I heard his homeboy been hoeing up

Fuckin’ hell, I couldn’t help myself

I took a shot almost burned myself

But we made it clique and it went bang

Thats when you know it ain’t bout myself

So they thinking that they hard

But won't back it up bars

And they looking like Bashar

Yet still dunno who they are

And they wanna stomp the yard

But they all bark and no bite

Us underdogs will never die

Saw his girl and I broke the ice

Wait, Tec its about that time

Gotta finish him quick imma Mortal Kombat it

What happen to them when we caught em napping

What happen to them when they sold their souls

That is the meaning of Vertigo Syndrome

[Chorus: Aztec Flow]

Vertigo

[Verse 2: Aztec Flow]

You over here thinking your stacking dollars bruh w/ that small ass Gucci purse

Your girl over here screaming “Oh God” like she had a demon exercised in a church

Like damn, Call the preacher

Take this L, nice to meet ya

Heard your trash, caught a seizure

Talk like the king but you only on features

Like damn

Or you drop a teaser

Or you think your pockets fat like Ebenezer

Ima asshole like Dirty Harry

Yous bad at everything like Tyler Perry

Like woah, left on read

Confused as fuck like Bill and Ted

Yo face look like an Ewark

Let yo bitch talk, like please stop

And you tried to raise the stakes

But forgot to bring the bar

Like Nixon w/ the tapes

You got caught w/ your hand in the jar

Like Pablo running arms, ya

Capone without the scars, uh

Sinatra in the palms

But you ain’t them, you ain’t living large ay

Yo stupid ass sounds like.. (I can’t say that)

Mixed with the fact you have no yay

And that you ain’t from where you claim

You Bobby Hill a let down on both days

Like God Damn

Ma fuckers feeling butt hurt

You Moe Szyslak but much worse

Sound like Ja Ja with that verse

You need a bandage for that burn

Ay, yo, ay, yo

Need a bandage for that burn

Now the tables have turned

Ay, ay

Yo guess we up next, Ata said we finna flex, we Raw we in the flesh, like ay

[Chorus: Aztec Flow]

Vertigo

[Verse 3: Echo The Don]

Popping bottles, the boys out here go full throttle

Imma show you theres no tomorrow, the time you have must be borrowed

I will kill you, but I didn’t want the dirt on my hands

Curtain and fans, you hurt little man?

Church in the back

Your purse ain’t a bag

Bring a hurst for the fallacies

Throw them in the Hudson

Y’all the same, y’all a dime a dozen

I can spit about anything, everything

And it would come across like its nothing

Super soaked man I come for the pumping

This shit is dope, better run for the public

Mistletoe, any girls that be coming

Miss the flow and ill hurl in his bombing

You didn’t know me like that

Three amigos with the homies on track

Let the weed go, bless the trio

I see the three yo, stunting I’m whack

Let me come in like my singles could

Fly the flytrap up Inglewood

Hahahaha get it?

All of you jumping up in a pink, shirt

Punching the nose of the sphinx, hurt

Imma leave em like some C’s, dirt

Calling me Skepta you getting, murked

Specify, mystify, spiritual, lyrical

Emotional drinking and tearful

Fearful, raging and aging in stages

Knocking em out of the bases

Choke him, no oxygen to the brain

Mic check one too man I go insane

Team full of vets you crack soldiers

Y’all fucking bad watch your back focus

Try battling bars, imma Chris Brown Rihanna’s maybe that’ll be my start

Talking about a murk, but it ain’t about a car

Y’all need cheques, reality - heres my card

[Chorus: Aztec Flow]

Vertigo