The Intro - Intellectual

[Intro: Graph & Yaki]

(Ssh)

So what you wanna do man? (Yo hold up hold up hold up, let me listen let me listen)

''The BET award goes to...the Migos!''

What? Man fuck this shit! (Yo chill, what the fuck you doing with that? Oh fuck!)

Ah fuck all you motherfuckers take this!

Fuck all you rainbow rappers, take this take this take this ah!

What bitch you want some too, huh?! Die bitches die!

Die motherfuckers, I'm bringing Hip-Hop back!

Give me the motherfucking mic!

You know what time it is? It's my time

(Here we go again)

Yeah..The Paragraph

I don't know how imma start this shit

Just gotta let y'all know I ain't the one to be fucked with aight?

Show you how we do it up in here

Yo check it

I be the cat you never heard before

I be swerving roads, puffing circle smoke, pockets fattened with purple notes

When I'm in verbal mode suckers get sent to the land below

My cash is never low I carry more papers than envelopes

No one can touch me

I react with murders, quick to put a cap in verses

Before you check me I suggest you check your health insurance

Ain't nothing funny clown I walk around with a frown

The only time you see me with a smile is when you hold me upside down

Mumble rappers I slay fast, I state facts, I'm known for cutting they heads and use the ink of their face tats to lay raps

The way I lace tracks is far from that young fake shit

So if you're looking for a song to dab and twerk on you're in the wrong place you dumb faced bitch

Suckers I pound with ease my knuckles got mouths to feed

Don't cross my boundaries you'll be on the floor looking like you're about to sneeze

I'm not the one to laugh with dun, I blow the stage up like Salman Ramadan

You better beware when I pick up the mic 'cus shit is about to get Graphic son

Who must have thought this?, you motherfuckers hoped to see me flop in life but now I stun and drop the mic like Buster Douglas

And ain't no fucking remorse when I spray

Either cross your hands and pray, or cross your arms and lay

Yeah...that's how we gon' do

Straight lyrics no gimmicks putting Rotterdam on the map

Word up, fuck all that other shit yo I'm out