Flute Loop - Intellectual

[Intro]

I ain't goin' no place

Move? Me?!

Give it up, and you don't quit

Like that, y'all, pop some more shit

So, so, so, just sit back and max and relax

Off the tracks that I kick, come on and live it up

'Cause I get funky like diaper rash (Nah)

And you know I'm mad spunky, and I'm making cash

Well, I got sex rhymes like Victoria got secrets

To all you porno peepers who are trying to peep this

I'm like Al Goldstein, I'm all about screwing

Lead my team to sixty wins like my man Pat Ewing

Like getting shot out the barrel of a wave

Like virgin pow on the peaks of AK

Like a sound that goes to the depths of the soul

Well, that's the feeling that I make my goal

Music to rock the nation

Uh, uh, check it out

Uh, and leave it out

A little wine with my dinner so I'm the Grape Ape

I feel like a winner when I make a mixtape

'Cause I get ill when I'm on the pause button

And I get my fill, and now you can't say nothing

More soul on this train than Don Cornelius

Got the mad sub-woofer pumping bass for your anus

Just getting on the mic at the monthly function

The wires hitting switches connected at the junction

Perlman's got beats, and it ain't no secret

Dante found his shit, but you know he freaked it

And so the story goes on and on

Down in SD50 till the early morning

Music to rock the nation