Cryptic - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I'm sorry, sorry that that happened

You thought I was a pussy

You thought id take it nappin'

There will be no counting sheep

There will be no catching letters

Was a soldier at your peek

Now meet the super shredder

Cause all my niggas know

I got that iceberg flow

We trying to ball and this going let us

Think I’m slow pied piper

I’m the one who layed the feta

There’s rats in Hamlin

But I row with my cats like Noah’s arc

And the fact that this happen you should see you missed the mark

Cause like first letter in snellen chart

Imma' do it real big get it pumping like a blue whales heart

I’m stunting, stuntin on a budget but I do it how I does it

That’s the way the fans love it man

Shout outs go to Jacob lee, simi valley and the Arraseef’s

Niggas that support homes like section 8, I’m feeling great

The proof is in the pudding and I’ll get what I put in

So I bare it all beads out at mardigras

[Hook]

Oh noo there goes another one

Devil with a contract

Promising to bring you high

And barely gives a contact

Homie ain't no friend of mine

I don’t need no fucking niggas like you

They try to bring you down make your head spin around

There’s a snake in the grass Dont youfall on my ass

[Verse 2]

Moving on no looking back

I see a head like reds cap

Fuck a pitch I’m stealing first

No mumras to my thunder cat

No niggas here can chop with me

No timbers from a lumber jack

That team that you assembling

Is weak like seven days in fact

Im Always on my Saturday

You fuck with me your week end

It’s lights out like the matinee

You stranded on the deep end

Living in a fantasy, a shadow of your former self

Remembering how it use to be, you think that is your current wealth

Your wallet looking ghostly

It use to be so full of life

You holding up old trophies

Now your cheese is full of mice

You bring me down, I pick me up

You say it’s fate I say it’s luck

Different worlds same earth

And in here You ball like nerf

Not so hard

Stand your guard must discard

Of stupid shit, that stupid people put on y'all

Look at them and raise the bar/and break it down when you wish em off

If they not getting english make it finish with a French Au revoir

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I spend my days stressing

Is what I’m doing right

If I get up out the dark

Does that mean I’ll see the light

Tyler durden, personified with my working

I’m never satisfied you see I’m always hurting

And it will be that way, until I find my searching

Try to drown my sound out

Like radio with cursing

That tells me you want to fight

But I’ll make sure they know your name

His name was Robert

It was Robert pulsin

His name was Robert

Robert pulsin

Pulsing from my heart beat

Veins all get filled with blood

Adrenaline is pumpin through

Then eye and eye gets opened up

You see I’m seeing clearly now

Clearly as I ever will

There’s one thing that I’ll never doubt

And that shit is my fucking skill