Tact - Intellectual

[Verse 1: dreadgeist]

Come in wit' the kickdrum, Spare guns to shoot at niggas that don't respect us

Just took yo ass out the picture

My nigga, you can't fix her if she don't wanna be saved

A lot of shit on my plate, Shoutout all my slaves in the house, man, We ain't goin back

We packin' luggages like NASDAQ

That's why I got the new hi-tech, no more bufferin'

Why they got tics like they stutterin', Still in my early teens, feel like it's 2018 'cause life is stunnin', my nigga

Fuck these niggas, we stunners

I got shootas and gunnas (Bro really?)

Nah, I'm kiddin'

But the way I'm spittin' feelin' like bullets enterin' in the clip

Got that shit that make it seem like it's off the rip

Bump heavy 'cause these niggas boutta bumrush in like bumkid

Dancing while rapping tip tappin’ y’all asses

Kit casket on track makin' scat sound fantastic

Elastic bombastic shit momma ain’t jazzin'

But y’all tad in lackin' intense reenactment bitch

Fact y’all ain’t havin' it this is extravagant gas mask intact with cement glass and lasting shit

Bumkid start laughing fits always the natural wit' kid ain’t no quitting shit outta that wack ass list

(Hood) trag pop cap in yalls aspect it last till death - sad that all left ‘fore his gat was a mask defect

Rappers act stagger when tragic go manic grab mic and y’all static bros flow be ‘maculate

Collab overshadow it kill yo whole rap and spit kill yo whole fam and kids ‘clude that one bummy kid

Bros ass is now dead tragic went and stab kid was fun while I lasted eat the brains like a government

Niggas actin like zombies, see these niggas shootin' at the clique, we an army

Fuck out my face with that backdoor, we smokin' outdoors, bitch, I'm so tactful

Trick or treat at the front door, I'm like Dexter in the lab while I master flows

Niggas sick, I'm snifflin' bad, needa blow my nose

Don't forget you a target now, I'll see u at home, y'all my sons, I ain't givin' y'all props

Nigga, if I ain't hip, you a hippie

Nigga, you ain't sick, u don't need syringes

Whinin' like a baby, but you ain't no preemie

Actin' like u ain't workin a 9-5, grown ass fuckin' man

Stop it and get off my goddamn tip

Y'all niggas would kill for a diss

Crashbox, Y'all niggas distracted like Dora Smarmy

If I don't get what I want, y'all niggas harmin' me, shit