Red Wire - Intellectual

[Intro]

I don’t even like winning

No actually, I don’t even like winning

[Verse 1]

My pen drippin

My shits droppin

If you’re skipping over lines, your hopscotch hopping

Ain't what it’s cracked up got a scotch taped noggin

Even if I’m Bron, I’m still opting Malcolm Brogdon

But if I had the option I’m at JCC Wisconsin-

-Locked in, rec league team’s final option

But post game we talkin and Qdoba nacho chompin

And the boys love me cuz I got em fuckin laughin

Not a captain, just a dope lad on my grind

No scurvy, heard me, cuz I’m fairy good, lemon-lime

Yeah, I’m- serious tho, y’all can put it in quotes

But please don’t cuz I don’t want the exposure

I’m so sure, I really would hate the vultures

The culture telling me what I’m sposed ta- do

And who am I to make the fans cry

Make me “that guy”

Then make me “that guy”

I just wanna be there for my homies not the bright lights

I don’t wanna look for love if they look for dollar signs

Tryna gobble up my bread and only likes me for the lines

Yea that goose bumps like it fuckin R.L. Stein

But it puts me in a pickle so get me out this brine

Or at least put me on at a later time

Try the PM, that’s when I administer my prime

[Chorus]

Snip the red wire

I don’t wanna blow up

Snip the red wire

I don’t wanna blow up

Don’t you know you could never tame this

Don’t make me famous

[Verse 2]

I ain't like most rappers (why), see I'm a looooser (uhhh ok ok)

But when it comes to beats (yeah) I'm way smoother (than all y'all)

Turned 18, my uncle took me to Peter Luger's (steaks)

Thought to myself, could this be my future (stakes)

But does fame get caught up in the marking of success

The best bet is rapping till they crossed legs, heavy breaths, leaning over chests, to see what I got next

But that's not the exactly the path I have in mind

Don't ask me to rap, It's on my own time

I do it for me and the inner circle

I don't do it for the crowds murmurs

I do it cuz it's therapeutic and I need more

Wrist movements on keyboards

You can keep your points, I don't keep score

Not about nailing asses, I ain't Eeyore

Won't conform, got no form, amoeba out the speak-as

Put it to bed, need chloroform, leave it ‘lone you leech-as

And yeah I know this shit is just hypothetic

But I hope this prevent it

I don't need people to debate my dome like a senate

But yea I know I can't stop enjoyment when they hear it

I just worry how they employ what's meant from lyrics

So I fear this

I want success, but do I want it in this appearance?

Either way I just wanna keep the realness

[Chorus]

Snip the red wire

I don’t wanna blow up

Snip the red wire

I don’t wanna blow up

Don’t you know you could never tame this

Don’t make me famous

[Verse 3]

I’m no role model

I don’t down bottles

I don’t bone models

I do no jostle

But I’m full throttle

Cuz I’m neurotic

And I don’t want me being apparent

To mean parents disapprove and demerit

I don’t want my kids to inherit

A name with bad merit

I just wanna finish my education

And hit graduation

Maybe then I can pen my reevaluation

But for now I don’t wanna hit my ceiling, I’m chilling in the basement

So just be chill, like when you taste mint

It’s hard to find the time to write these verses

Cuz when I try to write, things always surface

I don’t wanna be the center like Jusuf Nurkic

Then again I’m sure it’s all perchance

I don’t think I’ll ever be your “Chance”

I just wanna ‘void the cycle, tour de France

I can’t hold em off my arms weak, no lance

And I’m pretty chicken where’s the cold ranch?

But if there ever is an option

You can find me in that JCC Wisconsin

I’m the rapper who don’t want the rap shit

[Chorus]

Snip the red wire

I don’t wanna blow up

Snip the red wire

I don’t wanna blow up

Don’t you know you could never tame this

Don’t make me famous