Knives On Fire - Intellectual

[Intro]

Open up the door

(Yeah, Doomtree)

[Verse 1]

Young brother no gun

Don't run my place

Can't take no one

Take the ammo in the coast

Unrest in the ocean steps

From the Midwest

Through every shitty city step

He be depressed (Doomtree)

Breezy with the short speech

The reason that they lost me

The reason every season they stay frosty

Head up when I press take another step

Watch them trace the laces

Copacetic with they fed up look up in they faces

I'm a pace setter, while they play tastemaker

I spit static at 'em grabbin on they kissmaker

Sack breaker, track breaker

Backslap, pay the cats, take a nap

You're just stealing gas

I'm like synapse scratch breaker, match

Make a cascade that ash past the vapors

[Hook]

You see the headcount, yeah we got heads now

Doomtree, we got big heads now

We ain't shit, we ain't shit to fuck with

We ain't stopping here, calm the drama dear

Ain't no conflict here

You're mad 'cause you don't make moves (make moves)

You're sad 'cause you can't break through (break through)

You're bad and now you hate dudes (Doomtree)

Our bad, but motherfucker make room

[Verse 2]

I let my rhymes talk for me

My skills talk for me

My fists talk for me (BAM)

We ain't homies MC sayin

"Mike, why can't we be friends?"

And I'm sayin quit playin

Underground rappers are not that dope

Mainstream rappers don't go plat, they go broke

Swagger grow classic, gag on

Quick thrown prose

Status flows static

Bag the quid pro quo

You are not a legend

We are the third set of footprints

Meat cleaver talk to a shotgun

On some doom the fuck now

So calm the fuck down, better duck

You oughta get the fuck out

When these big dogs bark loud

So we don't bite

Spy hunt for short mouths

And we don't bite

Little talk

You slipped predicament

Crews dissed in rhetoric

Who's quick to better embed in ya

Our crew whipped the ligaments

So sick we sick of it

Gon' get you diggin' it

Our regrets turn to cold threats

We ain't sick of living

We ain't shit but villains

To these pricks that's willing

To live sick for shillings

[?] it's the whisper in they

Souls to release for them to

Crimson liquid about to gash

Dag, never out, never without a scratch

The callous hand forever cracked

Like working on my ransom

"Never", badge bastards

Shawties and stags, doom triple whipple

Seismic break and catch a Hiroshima Heimlich (oop)

You must be teamed with the vice styles

Must be cool to hate now like mimes, Tom Cruise and clowns

Calm down, we rap, not now, go nap

Footie pajamas go yammer till you're caught in the back