The Mirror - Intellectual

Shout out to Big Krit

DEF davyne in this bitch

I got some shit I wanna spit

Goes something like this

Check it out...

Yeah, this the microwave era

Attention span, last as long as a vine

Robot lovers, with high heels, and mascara

Auto-tune rappers, barely bother to rhyme

All these doctors and critics, say it’s all in my mind

But these voices in my head, all call me divine

Cuz I care about my people, like their problems are mine

I’m just tryna find some answers, so I follow the crimes

And my government is guilty, our society worse

I stay up late at night, worried, my anxiety hurts

If you a rookie in this game, don’t be trying me first

I’ll wet you up, and leave your bitch dying of thirst

Like drinking saltwater, you’d think Harvard, was my Alma Mater

I’m not aquatic, but my flow, go da dada dada

I got the product, talking knowledge, cuz I’ve gone to college

Part Jesus Christ, part Johnny Cupcakes, part John Connor

Yeah, Not a Messiah though

Just a street preacher, deep teacher, no title

Ugh, one hand on my Bible

Other hand on my rifle

No idol, I’m America

All my rivals, know I tear it up

Quickest weapons on the planet, we ain’t scared of ya

Use AR-15’s to hunt children that aren’t prepared to duck

Okay now we playing fair enough...

Did we not define in the dictionary what terror was

Looked right in the mirror… and there it was

Okay now we playing fair enough

Cuz that’s our real character

And who the only one, that I care to trust

Looked right in the mirror… and there he was

My crowds, got more hops, than a brewery

Only way to get more props, 2 of me

Every single 16 is a eulogy

Serving up these verses a service to my community

Real recognize real, do you agree

If not, you should check who your tutor be

How to make it in the streets, I'ma school ya free

Teaching you the things you can not find out just from Googling

Like the humbleness, that Ramen Noodles bring

Or the unexpected depth in a beauty queen

To get my soul to shine, I had to lose the bling

Could be living safe, in a cage, but I choose to sing

My lucid dreams so real because I stay woke

Like a Saudi bank note, I move with Kings

When I cruise the scene, critics lay low