Clean Cut - Intellectual

[Intro: Braidz]

Oh Hi, You didn't think I was gonna get grimey on this one huh?

Well guess again!

Let's get it in...

[Verse: Braidz]

Dependence for lighters - Addicted to fire

Sickest on the bill like Kerser stickers on fivers

Cynical rhymer if you're missus is fine bruh

I'll be all up on her panties like her knickers designer

Either I'm off of the shrooms or it's my Hopsin influence

But every chick I've fucked has been on top of the truth

And If I'm trying to chat one up and they're like "Piss off please, mate."

I'll use more Jedi Mind Tricks than a Hip Hop DJ

I'm ready to kick it like I'm stocking up shoes

I bleed from my soul - Like there's holes in my boots

You know the rhyme patterns can bless the textile

While these other heads smell like what's under Death's belt

Need that armpit surgery...

I used to be a rock in the plane too - I've just hit turbulence

Cunt been murdering - "Teeth" the Movie

Always coming dope, Lyric sheets for doobies

[Chorus: Braidz]

Until they fuck with my dream hard

Until they're touching on these nuts

Until I'm stuck at the scenes front

Until the day I'm buzzing I'mma come with the Clean Cut

Until they're starting to see bruz

I'm just puffing the green stuff

And I'll be tucking the weed nug

'Cause even when I'm buzzed motherfucker I'm Clean Cut

[Verse: Braidz]

I'm sick of these homo acting, no flow rappers

The way that dick comes out there mouth it's like a blowjob backwards

If you think you're picture perfect I'll be photo snapping

I'm colder than the ice that has your show boats staggered

I should come with a sign saying "Start with caution

Or I'll show you how I boot camps" - Like Army Forces

Now I've got these heads boppin' like a raft that's buoyant

Ya'll gon' get this work like you're starting employment

I've been move making plotting stuff behind the scenes

So if you don't see me this year you're suffering from Eye Disease

I'm precise when I speak like rifles with beams

I'm finding that teens are naming dude's God MC's with no Bible's to preach

Test Braidz, I'll talk to your best babe

Get laid, get her spread on the bed, mate

And if you walk in 'cause I've left late

We're playing Fantasy Pirates - You might get your Head Caved

My show's sick, no shit, I'm in love with my sets

And no I don't lift - I'd rather not be stuck on the bench

Had to go back to my Roots - Like I was fucking an Ex

And now I know I'm next to nothing but I'm something that's next!