Beast Mode - Intellectual

[Verse 1: C-Ray]

Huh

Who them niggas thinking they can see me

Came to make a flake

I'd rather play that shit on repeat

Came to take a negative, invade it with the green leaf

Give it to you, gifted

Get so lifted I don't need feet

People take one look at me and hate me cause they seen peace

But I won't get a look a bit or play my shit on TV

Even though I hang, I'm only banging if you need beats

And bitch I know my worth, you couldn't pay a couple G's each

Nigga I will run up in yo even till I'm sleepy

Beg your fucking pardon, in that garden like I'm inky

Kill em with the steady, aiming everything I release

Winning they suspect it, I infect a couple CCs

Never had it easy

Would you slap my CD?

Never was a coward, I know how to handle defeat

Still I watch em run from me and treat it like I retreat

Wasn't trynna be the one, just wanna see my team each

We knee-deep in a repeat

And I'm back on

Do you know boy never last long

Part of me might be quad

I don't want anyone calling my bad phone

My circle beginning to [big?] and I'm feeling nobody is watching my backbone

And the liquor really got me thinking

Plus somebody give me a reason to act wrong

And I probably wouldn't went to kill if my nigga Insane hadn't picked up

Really feeling like I failed at life, but the people surround me still give love

And I would've quit working my regular job if it wasn't for my brother [Aiella?]

I was down deep

When the proceeds had to give a version

Told me I got a nigga I'mma was on a high note

Fresh off tour

Capping my dose in the slight post

And everybody wanna hear what I think about ISO

But I don't give a fuck about what niggas doing if it don't concern me

I'm elevated like bird feed

They hella hate it like burpees

Give it time though

Them be the people that always end up a sideshow

Lights out like the light broke

Keep thy nose in a Bible

Gotta pray a little bit away for the weather hate

Better bitch I'm I so

Kept me waiting we're not gonna chase all the cheddar

Brainsick wherever I go

[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]

I wish somebody woulda run up in your hood and switch a nigga like a lightbulb

Try to put your finger round em kill em with no feeling in me bitch I'm ice cold

Ain't nobody bumping Lil Yachty up in this [so-party?]

I'll be later daddy in the Maserati in the front seat turning 2019 back to 9-4'

I can tell they had a little plan and figured they'd but come up in this bitch and maul us

Shake a nigga head in front and let the homie telling me that it was all love

Try to go against a nigga, bust em, murder with the trigger, talking 'bout they all doves

They don't want it when I met a fire-breathing dragon

Like a nigga small blood

Danger

Danger danger

Then my thang, it spit

Told me get right back up before they get to bucking

AKs finna paint this bitch

Don't nobody wanna hang out, wrong brain's out I'm dangerous

Every time I come around, they like "man why you bring him, shit" (hahaha)

I'mma mad man

Wish a nigga woulda lied down

What the fuck is wrong, get up on a song

You belong up in a trashcan

Ain't nobody fucking with us, only independent nigga that's a gap-ban

"Who are you?"

I'm Batman

With a little Incredible Hulk

The music tell a nigga, I'm So Dope

Hit them on the pushing, never had a cushion

Never whistle when there ain't no hope

Why you asking me about a bitch who always jumping ship my nigga

I don't know

Said I wasn't with the business

Nigga wha the fuck you think I bought the rifle for?

My mind go

Coo-coo when I'm watching Hoodoo

Doing Voodoo

Dropping shit on everybody in the game, take a doodoo

Wrong booboo

You can say what you want, but I keep it going say true to

What I do do

And the fact of matter, I'm coming sicker than I ever motherfucking used to

Who's you?

Insane nigga, big brain (Brainsick nigga)

Never let me on the radio

I'm to forward leaving shit stains

Bodybag everybody in the industry, they look what this named

And I don't give a shit as long as all you corny mumble niggas keep your distance

This is murda

Serve ya

Cook a nigga like a hamburger

Anybody wanna go to war, bring it on, we urge ya

Run 10-10 a fault

Killing off all

Desert us

Many many wanna try this, their mob let's be certain

Nigga

[Hook: C-Ray]

Do Re

Need mind on high

We woke

Go play

Fe-fi-fos high

Heave ho

So re me die so la

Each ghost

Go pay, beats, rhymes, no lie

Beast mode

[Verse 3: Bleezo]

My forms of execution are meta-human like static shock

Acid hot

Twisted is Sicko Mode like Travis Scott

Plastic's hot

After Kim [?] think the planet rock

Right after shock of only suckers bumpers like a traffic stop

Ratchet thot

Johnny Depp now

But she don't rap a lot

I'm stacking rock

When niggas got more keys than a Macintosh

I'm quick to take off, bitch I'm a flight missing the night shift

Never snitching or being on point like an ice pick

Give some pipe dick to my side-check

And I'm willing to scream in the night bitch

I'm a psychic

Predicting the future

Snitches get stitches and sutures, I'm sick of the tumors

And kick it with shooters

With different red spread, led like ridiculous rumors

Hit em [in numbers?]

I've lived in the sewers

Bleezo-nardo

When I said you niggas play with my TEC, they won't see tomorrow

Squeeze it right, I'll leave em beheaded like sleepy hollow

Whether the best MCs direct the NC, Meaty Pablo

[Rhyme is a bigger top

Wicked with the ripping as tough as before us

Get to the scaffolds and lifting cadavers and Twisted just exit the resort?]

But bitches the baddest and niggas is matching

Even went to the captain to report

And I'll leave em sleeping with the seahorses

Let the fish gather resources

Enormous

Flip up in the sofa get

Spit and tell me motionless

Lifted off the [copious?]

Giving bits to my associates

See what mafia water gang

I'm finna get it with the Brain

People with the bang just Waka Flocka Flame

[Verse 4: Calii Boii Sciit]

Why you niggas cheer?

You guys are skitzo for getting you a dime (why?)

My niggas from the waters

But ain't no forbidden fruit inside now

Cut to my wrists, like I'm committing suicide

Fly, license to kill

I'm permitted to do a drive-by (nigga)

Out here it's real, my family is getting shorter now

I can smell the dust, when I pop like a pill snorter (smell it)

My whole block can turn shit to Amityville Horror

Y'all can live with panhandles like [scared?] to be real quarters

C-Dot, B-Dot, S, quiet a gang member

He shot, she shot, yes, you in the same picture

Niggas falling over red and blue, like the game Twister

On my mama, niggas is bitches

Y'all got a strange gender

My whole life, I've been thinking bout a planned fam

And this poor sport, is getting robbed no Van Dam

I go over niggas heads, grand slam

Shot to his mouth, except he drinking out a can, blam (got em)

Y'all like some premie store pudding

Fuck parking

I bought this slide, and let it sling but four bullets

Would it be popping if it wasn't for me

It sure wouldn't (no)

Keep talking and I'll release this never seen before footage nigga (I got it)

She on my wood, that's a mahogany floor

Giving me brain all day like a philosophy store

I keep straps there

Even if I'm not with the whore

I got property there where I'm a Monopoly board (where?)

Bars Nestle

Heavily

Feeding the broke bitch pedigree

I could turn a game like I'm referee (uh huh)

Steadily

No melody

If I'm [fifteen runs?] ahead of me, it'll get deadly

C-A-L-I-I Boii

Don't fuck up the lettering I got hot spits

Glock lips

Plus all these niggas that drop clips

It'll take the heart to stop skips

I'm hard to eat, like with chopsticks

(where they at?)

I'm not rich, but I bust like a nigga that got chips

I'm a lock picked

I've talked clip

Pork chops and niggas I've clipped

Quick the clock ticks