Low.Com.Denom. - Intellectual

[Intro]

This ain't no place for ideals

This is no time for change

It's like swimming in a concrete suit

It's like dancing in dead man's shoes

I'm a gutter ball

I'm a liquid lunch

I gotta make them calls like I see 'em

I gotta play my hunch

I despise the ground you walk upon

Lo. com. denom.

When wealth equals worth

You got no choice at all

You're guilty from birth

You pays your money, it takes the fall

I'm the storm that comes after the calm

I'm gonna hurt you, I'm gonna hit you like a bomb

Lo. com. denom.

Fifty grand will make me a man