The Arrival - Intellectual

[E.Lizé]

These niggas know they ain’t fuckin’ with me

(May there be a time for you)

[Verse 1: E.Lizé]

I came to summon some men supposing that they’re something more than some sums of sustenance

I stomach ‘em

Some of the while, not really stuntin’ ‘em

The same suckas sullen by suddenness

Sum of turning these synonyms to my sons and ‘em

The Master

Mind with these rhymes, I flag the blue, red

No matter

What state ya mind, the Master choose sets

Slavegang! Find division, the middle’s a blessing

Sneeze between the lines and you’ll find just what Ye was addressing

Matter of fact, it’s a wrap, let’s gather the facts

House niggas can’t feel abbreviations because I’m apt

I bear the light when it’s black, because I be what they lack

The chiroprac

Ya spine won’t align ‘cause I’m back

Thumbs up, but you get half the peace sign, nigga, I’m snapping

Gonna re-up on these bars, regardless, niggas clapping

Slayed these niggas, see I’m gifted, they a feeble Clause

Perpendicular equal, yo, I make the cerebral pause

[Hook]

(May there be a time for you)

(Ayo, Chris, let’ em know)

[Verse 2: Chris Rivers]

Upon my arrival the storm has been tidal

The title belt adorned while I fought to be scorned through these horns like the Bible

If you fall then I’m like you

Stay on the floor then you spiteful

All of these flaws that’s been forced in my form since I formed as a zygote

I’m still a idol

Never been idle

Stagnation is hating your patience ‘til breaking points are adjacent

It makes you complacent

Complaining gets you as far as you can grow in a basement

I strengthened my base you can still see the stones that I came with

Niggas is hating that’s cool

It’s been amazing since I’ve learned they were basic and to be frank with anyone making these statements

All you hating is you

I don’t believe in faking it too

The moment I stopped beating around the bush is the moment I started making it through

Ayo E

I proceed to blow trees

And with eaze like a breeze I’m just seizin all leaves

That’s the green, that’s the, that’s the paper that’s the cream

And the clan make ‘em scream

When I can that’s the dream

It’s like

[Hook]

(May there be a time for you)