Shush - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Who wanna war?

Even pretending I'm leaving a dent in your commodore

If we got some beef to amend, then we'll meet and I'll season the end of a tomahawk

You cease and cement when you're on the floor

It seems that it's meant when you're on all fours

In need of a friend, tell me

Who are you even defending your honor for!?

(No one)

Honest thought, the scene should be bent on a chopping board

I'm completely astonished you'rе breathing, you need to be bleeding and sent to a rottеn morgue

You need to repent to the proper lord

For seeking events you cannot afford

Spittin' absurd, I'm a wiz with the words like a 'peating event of a comic store

Excuse me miss

I dont usually [?], but the truth is I'm dubious and I do BS if a doobie is lit with a few beers

Then I'm moving my stupidest, no chicks wanna root me I'm scrupulous

I've been loose to the use of my loogie as lubricant, to try move a bitch is quite ludicrous

Go to my city, go to my city and you won't get a moment of pity

If you act like a dog, you have to give back to my squad like you owed him a ciggy (Ciggy!)

I don't spend cash on a lot, I just rack on the top like coke from a titty

Backstage and I'm thrashin' a thot but she act on my cock like she choked on a snitty

I'm Token, I'm Biggie, I'm Fifty, I'm Em

Joyner and Royce, I'm witty like them

Taken enough, I'm gripping my pen, inspired by all but I didn't like them

'Cause I've written my gems, every hit of mines mine, every clip of mine trends (Yeah)

Sick of rappers tryna' mimic my pen, I'm the gritty, more litty, less shitty Hi Ren (Hi Ren!)

Not said a never netter, but I'm clever with the letters and I'm better than you bozos

Met your missus and I let her in my bed and now she's getting it together 'cause she's better than some "dope pros"

Wish I never met her 'cause I spread her then she [?] forever, but the benefits are low though

Feminist Frodo, bigfoot

Predator in Yoko, bitch look

Better in a photo

I've been putting in work, trust me a rap beef would've been worse

Nothing these punks have can match me, cunt

I'm a fuckin' Apache you could've been hurt

Could've been served like a pudding dessert if I put my big foot in it first, then I put it 6 foot in thick dirt

You pigs couldn't give a good verse with a frickin' big book and in church!

[Verse 2]

Ever since I was warm in the womb, I was warned that a war would resume

I was born in a room full of Mormon's performing a tune, I remove every horn that I grew

Then I spawned in a tomb and consume metaphors for my food, 'till my brain was awarded a balloon full of trauma and doom

Then I walked on the moon with a fork and a spoon, ate chunks from the sun and recorded this tune

Leave a wack rapper in the dust like a fuckin' backpacker in a bus up in Wolf Creek (Yeah!)

Wood creaks when you vanish in a gust as I shove a damn dagger in your dust that's a foot deep

And this could keep happenin' and such 'cause I love the ground splatter of some blood with a good leak

You look weak [?] 'till I took this damn acid in the tub, can you shush please?!

(Fuck) Oi, yeah, you SHUSH

[Outro]

(Shhhhhhhh)

Just shut the fuck up