It’s Cack Time! - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Time is all nebulous and my mind is a tool

I'll look back at my records and realize I'm a fool

I'll find myself credulous and unremarkable

I'll be envious of those who tried hard in school

I'll get pumped full of chemicals and just have to embrace it

I'll get in lots of trouble and I'll just have to face

They won't find me on my ID, not only 'cause I faked it

But 'cause I look so different after my seventeenth facelift

After my seventeenth facelift

Time is all nebulous and my mind is a tool

Mind is a tool

(My mind is a tool)

I, I, I, I

[Verse 2]

I got no grasp of time but I'm never late

I'm a skinny don but got hella weight

Full metal jacket, I'm penetrating the game

Killing it off my second tape

I'm like the sun, man I generate

That energy you could never make

No 'yuh's and 'aye's, my bars clever, mate

I'm sophisticated, no reprobate

I'm the greatest

But you don't need me to say this

Just look down at your phone and I bet any money we'll find

CackJ in your playlist

I'm a pretty boy with no facelift

And my tunes never basic

I don't usually flex

But now I've got to embrace it

A-listers couldn't step to my quality

Rap stars somehow rap shoddily

I feel like there's no one on top of me

I get the gold while these man nominees

You got beef? That shit don't bother me

When I pull up and I give him a lobotomy

Mixing it up like I'm in a laboratory

My bars brainy, call me CackSocrates

Lotta these man are all talk

Nature boy when I walk the walk

It's young CackJ, but I really wanna say

I'll still be killing it when I'm 44

All my beats bang like door-to-door

They were chatting bare shit then they saw the floor

Life's surreal but I'm the real deal

I eat these beats like "when's the next course?"

[Chorus]

What time is it? It's Cack Time!

[Verse 2]

What time is it? It's Cack Time

I killed the game, flatlined

I always got my eyes on the bands

So you can call me CackBandai

Like Namco

You don't wanna catch these hands bro

Smoke cheese, I'm zooted off lactose

Yeah, all these man know me

Have 'em salty like anchovies

Clean up like Zamboni

I'm the boss, I'm fat tony

I'm the realest, these man phonies

If he wanna step to me

Trust me, he won't stand a chance homie

I'm always on top, it was meant to be

Slap 'em up like hamboning

Know I be widdit

Snatching up gold like it's quiditch

I take a beat and I kill it

I take the green and I flip it

I'm playing I ain't finna deal it

I run the syndicate

If a bitch tryna get intimate

I be like "stop"

I might fuck around with a million

Hitting it, Pull up to the scene

When they see me they drop

Uh, likkle man love to talk

Til he see me on the block

Pull up with the piece and I pop

Then I'm in the sheets with your thot

[Chorus]

What time is it? It's Cack Time!

[Outro]

Nah, that's not Cack

I'm playing, I'm not about all that

The only time I'm obscene

Is inside my dreams

And when I spit on tracks

This is some kind of fantasy

Where I'm a king screaming

"Yeah, that's Cack bitch"

So allow me one more tune

To indulge in all this rap shit