0 (Zero) Hour - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Some people do not grow up

I'm talking never man, never man, never man

We're off to Neverland to not grow up

We're off to Neverland

Take me to Neverland

They call me Rocketman like I'll go up

They call me Rocketman, Rocketman, Rocketman

Don't call me Rocketman, I will blow up

Don't call me Rocketman

I am not Rocketman

They told me, "Stop it, man! Whoa, just hold up!"

They told me, "Stop it, man! Stop it, man! Stop it, man!"

I am not stopping til it is over

I am not stopping, man

I cannot stop it, man

We get it poppin' just like a soda

Mountain Dew Code Red, or maybe the Code Blue

Yeah, we get it poppin' to fill our quotas

You like the emojis

We feel like we know you

Now, it's gettin' hot in here like a sauna

Whoa, Nelly, it's hot in here, It's getting hot in here

We make it hot in here, like I told ya

We got a problem, yeah

A definite problem here

Look at what we hittin' when we roll up

Check out the contraband, contraband, contraband

Look at what we whippin' when we roll up

Check out the contraband

Gun it like Contra, man

We just some country men

We love our country, man

Making this money taste sweeter than honey, man

We just some bumble bees honey bees buzzin'

And busily bustilin' hustlin'

Saying it is, when it wasn't

What's up with that?

I am not fussin'

But I am just saying, like, what's up with crack?

What's with this paper worth less than the couple of rubberbands

Wrapped around it that we stack

It comes from the government

So I guess that means that it is legit?

Nah, they're pieces of...

Actual fact, yo

Whose face on the front?

So, give to Caesar what's Caesar's

'cause I'm reppin' Jesus

The rest of the masses can claim what they want

[Hook]

I can wait in line and just pine in the hands of time

I can lose my mind, confined to the hands of time

I can be blind to the outlines of the hands of time

'Cause I'm inclined to unwind in the hands of time

I can wait in line and just pine in the hands of time

I can lose my mind, confined to the hands of time

I can be blind to the outlines of the hands of time

'Cause I'm inclined to unwind in the hands of time

[Verse 2]

Aye

Pencils and pens imparted

I'll never again get carded

There's levels to being an artist

I'll finish what I have started

Boy, I'm just way too, way too

And I'm on my way too, way too

But I got to wait to, wait to

And man, I can't wait, ooh

Man, I'm bout to really feel it, feel it

So, tell me, should I kill it, kill it?

And cook it in a skillet, skillet?

With a fish fillet, fillet, fill it?

Or, slap it on a grill, grill it, grill it?

Or, just put in the freezer, chill it? Will it

Still be waitin' when I come back

Put a pin in it like a thumbtack

Leave it sitting on there on a dumb rack

No one would even know that I've even done that

I call this tack 0 (Zero) Hour

I got a really healthy fear of power

My problems are bigger than the Sears Tower

If only temptation would appear sour

I wouldn't even want to be around her

Sorry to be a downer

But I can see her intention

So I'm in need of redemption

So I'm trying to see her a lot less

Plus, she pleads for attention