Butcher - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Steppin' up in the [?] end it

The cinema killin' a minimal

For the films I shot upstate north in the cold on the block

If it was a stock, it'd be rising other real, I'm boutta kill

Let me charge at you like a bull, can you feel

The depths of my sight, inbetween with the eyes

Every dose, every ounce of pride

Up with your sights

That you once had that

That you once owned

Now your soul is being buried in my stow

Stow with a couple-hundred feet

They go low

On the TV screen, so many minds, I'm selling all these

And I be pimpin' your soul for that girl, for the green

[Chorus]

Bouncе, bounce with this shit

And watch the fuckin' knifey drip

It feels likе my soul don't exist

Like, "hollow this", but no more clips

I'm chargin' through the astral realm

With the help from hell, I now flow well

I'm a god, without my boss, you are subpar

Be damned to see you get that far

Butcher, the heavy weight pusher

Ending all your pedigrees, the envy, I'm the juror

Take a damn look in the mirror and snap a picture

See me in the back with the mask about to rip ya

[Verse 2]

Ay, Goku black

Rosé, max

Ring around the phonies

Y'all don't know me

Now you mad

Motion, potion

Gotchu you seein' omens

Paralympic grims

But your minds are being all frozen