Door - Intellectual

[Verse 1: ML2]

Same ol' shit, same studio

Back seat in the whip because I can't drive

36 hours in the mix working overtime

Stretching like a [?] hip

Smooth with the sax and the beats pretty funky

A junky for rap while your bars sounding musty

Trust me, catch me at the top while your flunking

I'm chilling by the lakes, while the rest down in 'tucky

[Verse 2: Luca Serrano]

I'm a man of my word

I don't talk shit, I leave the water to burn

I came with a work, ay yo my [?]

Concerning my skill, Improving my kill count

I'm the chill to your winter

I'm a worth piece of work, got the keys in my hand

Hey bitch, you better keep count

Arch with my words, and careful with my rhymes

I'm a need a syllable recount

I'm a new wave rapper, a new shit talker

Stole the candy from the store, ate it from the wrapper

I'm clean while you a scrapper

[Verse 3: ML2]

Burning through the base

Little trick you can't catch me

A full count strikeout

Cause bitch I'm pitching leftie

[Verse 4: Luca Serrano]

It's the duo you can't touch

Trust me

We make it work

Keeping the workload hefty

[Verse 5: ML2]

Bitch, we like a raven

With a plastic bottle noose

I [?] you to the pulp

And make you into Beetlejuice

[Verse 6: Luca Serrano]

Gonna murder this

Put the Wayne in the Bruce

Wave a white flag

I ain't talking no truce

[Verse 7: ML2]

Yo, loaded to the tip

Tech nine looking chunky

I smoked you so fast

Even Luca got the munchies

[Verse 8: Luca Serrano]

Sell weed and get drunk

While you still cheap

We not making money

But we kill with a clean sweep

[Verse 9: ML2]

Tipping over ships

And I'm causing oil spills

Giving PETA [?]

And turning green like chlorophyll

[Verse 10: Luca Serrano]

We mean what we write

And we aren't steady fronting

Pass off the mic

Maybe you should tell them something

[Verse 11: ML2]

Well, I never been to hell or to a cell

But if your teams against the bus

You better check your personnel

Load in the shell and then we buck like tony snell

Have your family waking up to 16 church bells

Repping bus 1-6 better bring the noise

Have you flipped head to tail like Abe Lincoln on coins

Your whole damn clique like [?]

I ain't talking no joy, your set's gayer than the Remy Boyz

Keep the underground loaded tight making heavy boys

Bus going out with a bang, that's confetti toys

Shaking at the knees, sweating heavy, that's some weak joints

Regret taking shots, hell no, we got 3 points

Sleeping on the team, you 6 deep in the box

Oh you thought you had her cuffed, well we're picking the locks

Out at first base, [?] like sox

Lucky [?] 44 like Fox

Looking like a feather when your whole team flocks

But you bit on the bait, we up with poles on the dock

[Verse 12: Luca Serrano]

Got you mad, called you out, caught lacking

Got you in the hot seat, now you back tracking

A man called me shit but I ain't fazed

At the end of the day I'm straight, not fazed

You been talking shit and I hit back

Not saying I run shit, [?] with the facts

I speak my mind, write rhyme, get racks

Spazzing without, the panic attack

I see through your bluff, and straight to your flaws

I would assume your name already lost

Double down, cool down, I'm the boss

[Verse 13: ML2]

Bitch, I'm back, but I bet you never guessed it

I'm taking down the crown playing chess, so check it

You no life fag picked the wrong clan to mess with

Off your whack shit, can't hear you leave a message

Sipping on a sprite, kiddy cocktail on ice

My flow is blind as the night, better turn on the brights

If a thot comes to slice she getting played like dice

Who you think I am ho, I don't want genital lice

Yo, the whole damn bus is an opposite breed

And if you dissing us you probably can't read

I ate to take a shot at your low self-esteem

But we just wrecked your whole team, headshot, quad feed