The Plague - Intellectual

[Produced By Cayea]

[Verse 1]

I used to wake up, bake up, cook bacon and eggs up

Mind up in the sky my third eye thought it had a leg up

Drunken stumble over broken bodies in a tenement

A layer of human sediment composed of degenerates

Someone’s mom would mumble in a disapproving rhetoric

Then go to work, as zombies rise up from the dirt

The sun would rise our eyes would hurt, "Close the blinds

Bump the vibes" as our tribe contrived a mind altering

High to pass the time, ritualistic crime in the pupil's of the law

But as pupils of ourselves we viewed that ruling as a flaw

"F the L, a double yah (yah)" Preacher to my people

The house is my steeple the politicians are my evil

Feeble bodied women, hefty men, we are but equal

Knights on a carpeted pew, habitual acid may spew

But if you wash it down that royal crown is there to meet you

Where kings use their nose to enhance the world we know

Jazzy loops evoke spontaneous hymnals of my soul

The angels lay low, providing themselves with smokey halos

The same ones that brothers kill each other in as the day goes

Feudal economics, making triple digit payrolls

[Hook]

Man I don’t wanna live my life like this

Man I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna live my life like this

Man I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna live my life like this, no!

But now I’m caught up in a life like this

But now I’m caught up, now I’m caught up in a life like this

But now I’m caught up, now I’m caught up in a life like this, oh!

[Verse 2]

Bio. majors concentrated on the birds and the bees

But arson forestry, cause we blazing trees

Keeping lies stashed underneath our sleeves

And our jeans, caught up with the serfs and the thieves who

Collect interest for their power over peasants with prestige

A system built on loyal needy fiends

"Hail the Queen," a substance religion held supreme

The monotheistic view that we believe

But stops us from having dreams

Get blacked out, recoup though

Then re-sin with resin that resembles buboes

Ideas of utopia is the true hope

One day we will escape the system like Pluto

But our education stops at the metric system

And lost memories of executing long division

Reduced to the quarters we are given, we live in

The broken manor that reflects our current mannerisms

Just another day into another night

We got the plague, but we are still alive

Harvest time, gripping grain as they work the 9 to 5

I just hope that we can make it out ali-, make it out alive