EBB TIDE - Intellectual

[Verse 1 - Lee Scott]

Graffin' up your house with a biro, I can't even write though

Names not on the bill but this is my show

Hi hoe, I collect me giro. Rocking sunnies on a lemo like Fido, Dido

I just wanna kick it like Tyro, live fast die slow

Fucking like a diabetic hypo, this whole verse is a typo

But the general gist is I don't give a fuck if I know

Hi, low, jackilow, jackilow and hi, low

I get high and make the sky glow

I hit your grow house with a flymo and lie low in shark infested waters on a lilo

6-1-6 middle finger to the 5-0, I keep one eye open like Milo

Cold coffee in a styro, I can't rap but I gave that shit a try though

61-6 is the number motherfucker

I don't even rap yo but I might just pretend for a laugh though

Pack the drug kit like Laslo, now I'm in a swamp acting froggy like a tadpole

I'm out the ends like an ASBO, posted like a missing kitten on a lamppost

Inhale the crack smoke, then I swam the English Channel butterfly to backstroke

Spaced out like a black hole, this illness is terminal like Patapsco

You can catch me on my Jack Jones, the Catwoman keeps blowing up the bat phone

Like police try stop me on the back road so I hid the drugs in Bakar's afro

I just want a Polo mansion like Rack-Lo

And I only eat scrambled eggs with Tabasco, facts

61-6 is the number motherfucker