Pears - Intellectual

Burnin' hot

Emcees I be burnin' burnin' hot

Whoa-hoa-hoa!

On God word to my Black mother

That be the same thing

I got a bell that you can't ring

I got a whistle that you can't blow

No second fiddles on that swang low

I got a current that you can't tow

I'm on the beach watching them surf a death wave

It's record breaking triple x-rays

They rubber-necking like it's sex tapes

It's like they catch you when you gestate

Hit Mr. Drummond with that catch phrase

"what you talking bout?" segue

Everything ain't for everybody

She said she's falling so I'm catching bodies

I rush the chronic past my epiglottis

I play it modest when I ingest the goddess honest

I spit this verse when I'm eating her out

So word is born soon as she skeet in the couch

That's how we even this out

Her pearly whites her creamy skin Guinness Stout

I'm just conceiving all my blessings on an evening's account

To flee these demons of doubt

See them clocking all my dossiers I'm bleeding them out

It's too much watchy watchy macoing kikiing about

And then the constant probe now to how the god elevated

Not obligated to respond the conversation was tainted

It's vibrational ain't it

They thought It's about being famous

Or for your entertainment

It's vibrational ain't it

I be burnin' burnin' hot

Whoa-hoa-hoa!

I be burnin' burnin' hot

Whoa-hoa-hoa!

The picture be like real niggas

We don't fade

I hear the whispers but you bumping my tape

It's superb like a crepe or a cape but it's whatevs

You herbs get burned in the papes when I take breaths

Don't know what you thought

Or what you thought it to be

I hear you talkin' you ain't talkin' to me

They still ignoring the real portrait of Dorian Gray

That sort of thing an audience ought to be seeing fake

I'm being great

I did it with Mogilla, Q, Paul, Iman and Malik

I'm more Toussaint than puta not even poquito

For keeps don't got it for mooches or the cheapos

Please, please you don't want no trouble here

On God keep it a buck, stack, a hunned, a thou-wow

All of these clown mouths should bow out

Or stand down like you have gout

It's now too many rounds

Throw in the towels or ShamWows

My Simbas pounce

Snuck in the snub nose the snout go blaow blaow

I'm what amounts from black pudding and souse

Smoking blacks rolled in a crooked Owl

They rookies to Brooklyn they never looked at the towers

They soapy mouthed loose lips

Breaking the bough

I'm on the bow of my own ship taking a bow

They taking the vows on God

Baow Baow Baow