Got It Covered - Intellectual

[Chorus]

We got it covered

[Verse 1: Poc Fu]

Open ya eyes, surprise! Oh my gosh

Who that kickin' that rap, he's super just like cat

Although ya knew that

The way we think is totally deranged

We makin' our shit sound strange, unifying our brains

But holy moly, it's the tall guy, so make way as I conquer

My styles electrifying, I'll shock you more than Blanka

It's factual, supernatural, now bust the actual

Picture as I fix ya while you sink into my mixture

Yeah, my style is deep so get ya dictionaries

I got your name up on the frame from the obituary

My stylistic is futuristic but yet simplistic

Pack the protein plus more flavor than a mystic

Juice produce a Dr. like Seuss

Could it be I'm livin triple fat just like the goose

On ya mark! Set! Go!

Yo let's get physical, it's critical, scientifical

My mystical style will sting ya like a poisonous bug

As I'm crashing through ya walls like that Kool-Aid jug

[Chorus]

We got it covered

[Verse 2: Chip Fu]

Chadibbidy bibbidy yumpa yimminie

Yo gimme the mic, yikes I jumps like Jiminy (who?)

Cricket, watch me kick it hops and bust shots like Yosemite

Remember me mister, I'm using these fists for

Fury, so hurry up put up ya dukes, it looks like it's a flurry

Kid I should know it

Yo it's the poet watch my flow get quicker

Every time I rip the mic here I'mma slow it

It's the rootinest tootinest, giving you the boot and if ya riff

Or you're gonna wanna, I'm a comma shootin' with my ray gun

Say some way I come with shit to make ya dizzy

When I gets busy kid and once it's said properly

I believe no topping me

No stopping me, only barricades blocking me

'Cause I'm buckwild, hostile

Now watch how I send them niggas running for the Bible scripts

Ducking bullets, now ya clutch ya crucifix

I learned all my styleses from the kung fu flicks

Wanna battle area code 666

'Cause it's the napper rapper

Lyrics slap ya, jab ya, clap on, clap off

After I freaks the clapper

This nigga freaks it, keep it

On the hush now, peep it

Got 'nough curses in my verses so yo fuck it, bleep it

You herbs, you heard the style, yes and the words

I choose to use to bruise all crews and kick them to the curb

Yo it's a pity, ya itty bitty, we run the city

From state to state, from pole to pole

The whole kiddie committee

[Chorus]

We got it covered

[Verse 3: Moc Fu]

Now vacate the premises, I'm knockin' out teeth

So check ya dentistses, my style's horrendous, tremendous

Come with more game than Genesis

But some say my word play can get real obnoxious

The funky way I kick it, I kick it wicked, ya dig it!

[Chip Fu]

Yo, yo, yo, we got them swaying

Smokin' like a stogie

Try to bite our style because we're in like vogue, yes

And we're comin' with the sheets

Whole leap of techniques

The brothers way down yonder from the depth's beneath

[Moc Fu]

Yo, yo, his signs are weakening, damn no pulse

I think that he's dead, man we're losing him

Ahh fuck it, just cover his head

[Chorus]

We got it covered