R.I.P. - Intellectual

[Intro: The R.O.C.]

Lord, make me stronger than all my enemies

Because the R.O.C. is now

My mind is in meltdown as I puff upon the Black Mild smoke

Observing my enemies as they coast

In an unprecedented fashion, but the habitual surroundings

Contain masses of mind waves

I pray that they souls may rest in piece, because they're dead

And they don't even know it yet, but I see, I see

Organizations corrupt and fall

The bad man stands erect in front of God's chapel

He snaps, the very fabric of his existence is now killed

And now his mind I must steal and kneeled

May you rest in peace

I'm awake in the night, I'm asleep in the day

Got to keep my skin from [?] harmful sun rays

Got a plushed-out coffin with the velvet interior

The House sleeps in style, bitches, 'cause we inferior

Tinted sun roof so I can see the moon rise

See my body come alive and darkness fill my eyes

Oh my goodness, it's on as my coffin opens

I grab your fuckin' neck 'cause it was made for chokin'

I'm provokin' the horror field extravaganza

I like my bitches bloody red, like steaks at Bonanza

Rest in peace

Back streets and alleyways

I'm heading you off at the crossroads, my dying days

Shades my face, keeping me safe through all this mess

It's gonna be a challenge, but I'm like fuck it to relieve stress

Don't need to heater, insteads I heat a bag of cheeba

Feelin' your mind's weaker, rotati'n through your bumpin' speaker

I sent your deepest thoughts straight to the back

Like lay down, motherfucker, it's a jack

Drunk and I'm crying thinking about major memories

From old school to new school, rest in peace

Pour on some Hennessy, and I'm out