Hell to Pay - Intellectual

[Verse 1: GAWNE]

I swore to the G.O.D, I was finna get mine

'Cause mama, you done made it out Chicago's west side

Ho ho, mama, let's ride- we roll, Bonnie and Clyde, I ain't going out quiet

Got time on my left wrist, God on my right, but I'm out of my right mind, so be quiet

And don't ask what I'm rapping for- this shit is personal

My momma gon' live in the Hollywood Hills 'fore she gets to the nursin' home

'Cause name five MCs in the game right now who could take me down

I'll wait- Crooked, we might just have to give 'em the rhythm that they came for now

When I hit 'em with the pro tank

Profane flow, til' the propane flame goes out

Until then, I'm the rap godzilla

Miraculous, I'm coming to take the president down

Cause I came for the most hateful, cave troll

In the white house of an AWOL and his wife with an a-hole

Women say, "No", but he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful

The man knows that he can't lose at a few scandals when Vladimir Putin is handing 'em

Wikileaks used to advantage the spirit in Hillary puttin' that nail through the casket

And it's a freaking apparent this country is reaching a point

Of combustion, but faith in humanity's practically vanishing

Conservative values have died, they're inanimate

And liberals are panickin'- turn into pussies, they packin' they bags up and moving to Canada

Canada! You motherfuckers ain't really man enough

How'd I give a fuck? I'm never runnin' for nothin'

Even if Donald's got the nukes and he's coming for everybody

In the opposition, I'ma beat it, open up a can of the whoopee

I'm whooping the mag cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend, I wreck it

My records are breakin' every single record known to man

And the second the world ain't ready for the return of the mic murderin' menace

I hurt 'em and burn 'em- I'm pennin' the word of the minute so call him a medic with anesthetic

Before they turnin' to someone you never heard of

Pathetic, at first I was headed for heaven

But the devil said I'd be better never repentin' for my pen

Again when the venom is venerable, I'm too fuckin' incredible

Unbiteable flow, it is inedible

My legible, my decibels and trebles are impeccable

One flip of the rap and kickin' it back to the momentum

I first had it when I was entering my zone

Whoa, look at the show- Luke Gawne, Crooked I and Craig O

You probably thought I was gonna slaughter every syllable

But I'm rippin' em, the best when I'm making it spit it

Bitch, I'm limitless (Yo!)

[Chorus: Craig Owens, KXNG Crooked]

Walking on with thoughts of redemption

Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division

Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay

Vision perfect, fantasy isn't

Rotting 'till I'm dead- voices spread, nobody listen

Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay

Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay (Uh, Crooks, go!)

[Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]

Everybody worry about they guns in the second amendment

End it, my nigga, I'ma tell you in advance

You want America to ban every weapon invented

Just put a gun in a real nigga hands

'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans

Elephant in a room, I'ma poacher (Shot!)

Still live in a womb, I'ma smoke ya

Veteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya

Even if you're ill with your hands, you still getting killed- it don't matter

When a shooter go bananas in Nevada shooting outta the window at the Mandalay bay, like he had a McCain

He sprayin', the crowd shattered, and the data don't add up- more than 58 dead

Conspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead

But tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground

With his brain matter splattered, head shattered on a platter

From the automatic ratata-tata that'll make you change everything in your mind frame

When the time came, Dylann Roof let his .9 aim

Walk into the church, turn that shit into a fire range

Squeezin' on the deacon til' his mind hangs, sideways

Nine slain- cries, pain, eyes drain, lies, blame

How do I explain hatred to a underage kid

Who's parents got their lives claimed by a killer

That the coppers got a whopper for at the Burger King

After the murder scene, they don't give a fuck if we all die

Doin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by

Slaughterhouse logo pig gettin' hogtied

Fall guy, 'cause all I'm seein' is you devils bein' greedy for dineros

But you fuckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid monument, my eye's on top of it

I'm all-eyes seein', like Horus

All I ever needed was a chorus, the shit that get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook

These killers shook- you're lookin' at Crooked, you're lookin' at a book

Crook is a thesaurus, godlike being

This industry is full of shady -isms, they be in a favouritism, take a listen

Lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible

Whoever said he did it, I'ma call it plagiarism

They was into Atheism, Paganism, Satanism- wait a minute

Pay the menace great attention- haters pissin', they be trippin'

They be listin' crazy spittin', daily rhythms, eighty bit 'em

Ate 'em like a plate of chicken

Players stick 'em for the blatant haterism

Say the mission ain't a mission if the lyricism isn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures

You fuckin' with a verbal gun clapper, I hunt rappers

I gun smoke blunt rappers quicker than your blazin' swisha

[Chorus: Craig Owens]

Walking on with thoughts of redemption

Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division

Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay

Vision perfect, fantasy isn't

Rotting 'till I'm dead- voices spread, nobody listen

Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay