Deceive - Intellectual

[Verse 1: The R.O.C.]

You saw us, tried to blow my house down

But theses three little pigs [?] so watch them frown

If you not a player hater yes let me see you rock

If you not a player hater then why your gun cocked?

Ready to do it [?] 'cause I'm tryin' to do right

You ready to fight, well nigga tonight's the night

One niggas gonna go down, it's goin' way down

Straight to Salem's Lot, so watch as I get you now

May God bless me for what am I doin'

Because I fear for my life like I was Colin Powell in president shoes

And hope the morning paper don't read "rapper dead"

Over some jealous-ass punks that have me misled

Thinkin' their thing was important as the God above

Only thing I'm supportin' is my multi love

For my family, my dollars, and my friends

And for the ones who ain't down, may God bless the bullet I send

[Chorus]

Never try to deceive me

[Verse 2: Hektic]

I'm comin' at you like a cool breeze, I'm watchin' you emcees freeze

Infectin' your brain with the dopes on the reel and come off of the blunt please

I can't lose I'm a winner

I saw your bitch and stuck my dick in her, call me a pig skinner

It ain't no time for all of you silly hoes point blank

And that's just how the story goes

I desecrate the souls that live within

Cannot relate my mind state, just flips and spins and spins

I smoke weed to relax myself

Deep trains of thought leavin' your mind screamin' for help

A stealth bomber, my crew can bring you mad drama

Consider your ass lucky fuckin' with House

My [cousin Max?] has got my back, we leavin' no tracks

Flipin' a sacks, creatin' Money stacks as a matter of facts

I got a problem with my cheese, fuck you and leave

Before we [?], how could you deceive?

[Chorus]

Never try to deceive me

[Verse 3: Mr. Bones]

I hit you with the infrared, laser tag I got you

I got the long brown hair and crossbow like I'm Chewbacca

I care Glockas, shit talkers should use Binaca

To freshen the breath off player haters

Wack rhyme sayers thinkin' they be in our league

But then we go and pull another trick form up the sleeve

Believe in Jesus, Prodigal Son wearin' Adidas

I kick my thesis, leavin' competition in pieces

Spittin' lyrics like a millimeter, tongue is the clip

Got the pocket full of rubbers to cover my dipstick

Can you feel me? See my shit is fat

I Never ever pull the wrap from my baseball cap

I pull the forty ounce brew from the brown bag

My hand in my pocket to retrieve my zigzags

Big bags equal much smoke, take a toke

Bet your bottom dollar that you bound to choke

Out of site like a shooting star, you know who I are

It's the brother sippin' gin in the back of the bar

And I regulate rhymes like I got big game

I got a couple more dineros then what his name

Stashed off in my sock like some old food stamps

Stand clear, set trips, there's perpetrators and tramps

I got much more bounce to the ounce in fact

Turn the volume up to ten and watch your window crack

Step back you better believe me, don't ever try to be me

You can't see me, and you'll never ever deceive me