Doin’ Nothin’ - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Blu]

Uh, ayo, feet planted, eyes slanted, grand peripheral

Extraordinary band of individuals

Standin' at the manda, dismissable

Peace to the nation, got patience to sing to you

Ten to two, I'm pennin' truth in the lines

In the booth with a glass of orange juice to the lime

Ballin', must've played hoops all the time

Spaldin', bounce put the boost in her spine

Had to give her a reason to rewind

So you ain't got to, tell her slide through

Pop bottles with models and hit the drive-through

Karma suited for Kama Sutras

Spanish ma with the somber movements

One-two'in' like I'm stomping to it

And uncut without condom usage

R-A-W and, what the fuck is you doin'? (Nothin)

Selling them lines to the kids

A nigga gotta live

They say a nigga, yeah

Ayo, hat low, asshole, on my own shit

Been back but no one smokin' on the cig

Gotti flow, got little shotty blow clips

Snotty nosed kid, now they crop since kid karate rhymes

Young Roddy Piper

Got the party loud like a twenty five to lifer

Fresh out the cypher, surfin' line like I slung coke

Soaking by the ocean on the coast

Or open on a dope overdose

It's over dosage, so sleep

Don't sweat techniques, no joke

One toke, smoking on the best trees

Floatin' in the sea, backstrokin'

'Til the river runs dried up

Spill a loogy, young Blu-ey got the fire

He provide and became your supplier

Liars hangin' on telephone wires

The B-L-U in the, fuck is you doin'? (Nothin)

Sellin' them lines (Sellin' them lines, sellin' them lines)

A nigga gotta live

A nigga gotta live (The world is ours)

A nigga gotta live (Say it louder)

A nigga gotta live (Fight the power)

A nigga gotta live (The world is ours)