1989 - Intellectual

1989

Verse 1 [Erreon Lee]

E-R-R-E-O-N

Everybody should have in their top 10

He don't need a tennis racket to get top spins

A couple rappers got it, but honest they not him

Funny how we live in the mirror by doctrine

They tryin’ to escape what is fate but they boxed in

They try to fight it inside but they locked in

I'm fightin’ in the battles of life and I'm boxin’

Neva second guess em, the crown in our possession

Unfamiliar to silver, we neva heard of second

Rose gold over here, I swear its been a blessin’

I'm out of this world but the earth's what I'm reppin’

That boy will still score 20 on a bad night

If I say do it, she do it, I neva ask twice

I am no otha’, I am no sucka’

I'm a star player, I ain't Rudy Muhh...fucka

Chorus [Erreon Lee]

Yeah mayne I'm goin’ for the kill, gotta tell you how I feel

Have you knowin’ what's... real

Lets take a drive baby girl, lets ride around

Me and you can run the town mama tell me how that... sound

I'm a tell you what you might not wanna hear

Put ya hands over ya ears, but you still see it... clear

Have no fear, honey wipe away the tears

You know I'm down for you, thought I told you that I'm here

Verse 2 [Erreon Lee]

Feelin’ like Mike J, boy I get my cool on

I'm about my business; damn I need a suit on

Ain't it clear? I don't hear no static baby

I don't date average ladies... just the baddest baby

Shout out to my ex chicks

It's a new year so you know I'm on that next shit

Damn she lookin’ foxy, I should make her my bitch

Child of the 80's, yea he’s on that fly ish

Oh my, he's an eyebrow raiser

Ask the coach; he said he's a game changer

I feel no pressure; I'm a high steppa’

Girl you really picked him? Like damn aren't I fresha’?

Man aren't I cleva’? Say, why I even botha’?

Young black American heart throbba’

Chip on his shoulder, that new rap symphony

The future of music, that 31st Century