7 Pounds - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Speaking of this artform, the slang is dangerous

MCs are like sperm cells, a gang of us

Fighting to reach the egg, biting and lose a leg

Odds are like 1 in 10 million, the kin thread

One from a thousand speaks in his own voice

The other 999 imitates without choice

They never even knowing it until the going gets rough

You see the Amplified Sample I'm throwing with

I grab the microphone, the unthinkable happens

See the rocket's red glare like the guns when clapping

They still cage matching MCs that's scrapping

Not the UFC, but my opponent is tapping

So don't let a little bit of fear turn to hatred

I was sent as a savior to revive what was sacred

Also stop this uncalled for behavior

Insipid rap cats, they lack taste and flavor

[Chorus]

Got word from the wise to let it drop

Set this on fire, take aim and let it pop

Because regardless to whom or what, even with door shut

I'm giving 'em straight raw, you bringing 'em more cut

Like Bolivian rock, your watered down hip-hop

Raps so out of shape and far from tip top

Pearls next to pebbles, spoons against shovels

Dictators next to rebels and gods against devils

[Verse 2]

No time for backwards thinking, let's think ahead

If you want to sleep when you awake then make your bed

A lot of MCs came to see me on referrals

Not even knowing that they would undergo great perils

These cutting edge methods from the most specialized

Past men, the last men and before the dust'll fly

The lord of the art strikes a chord in your heart

Your ear love to hear the god ripping tracks apart

Me to hip-hop is like Einstein to science

A match made in Heaven, most likely an alliance

Complex individual that you dream of being

Intellectual challenging, the all eye seeing

Got an appetite for heat, so then come and bite the beat

And digest the rest and don't stress the part you couldn't eat