Morgana - Intellectual

Drop the beat

One two, what you gonna do

Bald-headed Jesus, can you believe the audacity

The bass turns acidy, it’s a bohemian rhapsody

Rapidly ingredients mixed into a punchbowl

Bomb like a comedian, I’m stomping a mudhole

Calmly in cold blood, untold fortune, I found the volt

Unconscious, launching a ground assault

Singing a swan song with drawn upon talents

Long gone raw power like Juan Gonzalez

All along the watchtower, identify rat bastards

Rippin’ up shows with the gemini scratch master

I memorise stats faster, back of the ball card speaks for itself

He who sleeps falls hard

I'm certian fool!

I destress at recеss and German school

Punk rock with a lunch box, never obsеrving rules

Or faulty details, policies, all these emails

I’m spending quality time with the jolly females

I hit the ski trails, I hit a grand slam, I dig a hole

Not a wham bam gigolo, I’m Bam Bam Bigelow, bitch

Rock that shit

Stinking beatmaker sinking faster than a submarine

Chopping up breaks until they sound like a drum machine

Counter intuitive, ludicrous, lucrative

Word to Harrison Ford, I’m known as a fugitive

Embarrassed and bored, production and bars, typical

I’m Jim Dandy, Big Daddy Kane, I’m artistical

Hard critical MCs with poor posture

I’ll straighten ‘em out quick, word to George Foster

I’m world champion, rockin’ the mutton chops

Love handles and muffin tops, wait until that button pops

Bronx farmer, straight savage in the box

And I’m scavenging the blocks for drums with cabbage in the socks

Rip and ravaging the jocks, steady managing the stocks

Karma knocking the doors down and damaging the locks

I give them stress fractures, rappers are either fresh or common

Masterpiece after masterpiece, I’m putting pressure on ‘em

Call me the professor, many styles to amaze you

Transcend shift Ken Swift, praise due to Phase 2

Rock that shit

I’m back again