Represent - Intellectual

[Intro]

Represent, represent

[Verse 1]

I keep a

Gat close to the sack, blood on the tracks

I'm a moet sipper, vexed tipper, loose like a bomb ticker

My mind set on the game, ounces of caine

Weighing down on my membrane, make a nigga insane

The streets dwell into nighttime terror, dark as our future, our gun is the only lightbearer

No error, stressed like Biggie in LAX

Dimmed lightposts, putting my aim to test, no rest

Performance, the dormance makes my eyeball dance

Too many weed in the system makes the crime hall trance

The hood won't give you no chance if your shell ain't dense

Don't come to the oyster if the pearly gates ain't in your plans

A bait, like cheese to the mice will get you taped

Wired like a ghetto choir, singing songs of desire

Forever blessed with the real nigga scent

But a God's gift never for free, got step it up and represent

[Hook]

Represent yo, represent

[Verse 2]

But b, i do it for the culture, away from all these vultures

My motto, waddle off the bottle with bravado

Loud niggas talking, a voice with no action

No direction, bound to wind up dead or in the section

And still I show affection, ghetto angels are gone

Through me, their memories will live on, my word is bond

But when the police siren comes up, no words will be heard

Like a sewer rat, true essence shows beneath the dirt

I'm strapped all day though, looking to get paid

Plenty buyers in the street, I'll just avoid the raid

And it's said: to those who wait, good things will come

Though i'm heating up the spoon, that motto just got me numb

Mama, I struck the lotto and my buck ain't bought a bottle

Instead I went hitching with a decorated kitchen

I used to cook with the pot to make money for rent

Though my hustle days are over, i'll always be able to represent

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

And now we're living all day, hoping to get laid

By the snooty girls with scholars and tickets to Broadway play

Slaves by the capitalist ways

But i'm just trying to stunt on bourgeoise with dreaded braids

Thank for my day with a rapid pray

Cause I don't have much time, the night's beggining to sway

Away, lurking on corners with food trays

Like a maitre'd, later G, get you blow til you on your knees

The back alleys were always the death's valley

No end road, ghetto poet overcomed the payroll

Was a lost youngin' til i found my soul

Like my first time with an O, didn't know what way to hold

The world shuns on the gutter, but we're no different

Than the kids in the suburbs that Rap they trying to listen

So let me rep the kids that don't wanna descent

Into falling, the glory, is what i'm here to fucking represent