Iron Claw - Intellectual

[Intro]

Czar

Czarface

[Chorus: Kendra Morris]

Don't, don't, don't, don't push me

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]

Groundskeeper how I touch green

No love scenes, so graphic I got a cutscene

Yeah, I go through it if I can't walk around it

True, 'cause I do it before I talk about it

Whole aura, cold water, global torture

Black diamonds, blue dreams, gold Porsche

I'm always on go, all the lights green

General official, that's what the stripes mean

You'll get wiped clean like a countertop

How I'm workin' the beat, I'm like a housing cop

How they thirst in the streets, it's like they out of rock

No publicity stunts before the album drop

What you see is real, what you heard is false

All I have in this world is my word and my balls

Money calling, stomach talking, hungry often

Honeys hawkin', haters hatin', funny talkin'

[Chorus: Kendra Morris]

Don't, don't, don't, don't push me

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]

Yeah, yo, we criminals on the nightshift (Nightshift)

Get the billy club or the nightstick (Nightstick)

Sublim' stone, I get right with (Right with)

My murder game down to a tight knit (Tight knit)

Reputations brolic, the story is polished

No laces in my Adidas (Motherfuckers)

Yeah, yeah, and I'm not from Hollis

Got garlic for vampires and fake niggas who came to gossip

You can't 'dress me with that bullshit, you ain't even my stylist

(You acting all big now), but you ain't Christopher Wallace

See your girl on her knees, she just doing a solid

And the funny shit, you ain't gon' do nothing about it

Have a seat over there, you should be doing the knowledge

See, these young boys'll murder you (Murder you)

And none of these niggas never heard of you (Heard of you)

We popped a few things on a curb or two (Curb or two)

To have you stretched out, layin' vertical (Vertical)

[Chorus: Kendra Morris]

Don't, don't, don't, don't push me

[Verse 3: Esoteric]

I'm an alien from way past the moon you see

I had to Shazam the anthem, it was new to me

Lunacy, puny humans tryna heckle

I got the filter of Bill Burr, I'm a rebel

Level up, pour some wine and import it to my face

You dumb, like skinny jeans on a 42 inch waist

Style wild, like a tantrum from Anakin's grandson

I call the shots like I'm shootin' with a Stan Van Gun' (You know what I am?)

Trail blazin', hair raisin' like a man bun

I'm so psycho in mics, you SoulCycle in tights

These heels turn on a legend like Acura keys

Gap factories how I'm catchin' casual tees

(Ayy, one more time, bro, wait what?)

Nah, I like this take

Poppin' shit at Esoteric, that's a life mistake

I'm a mic veteran, hit like BJ Penn

Your future lookin' bleak like you tryna be Jay's friend

You put the Es' in wordplay, you get swordplay

So you know that stabbin' tracks is my forte