Post Card - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Illmaculate]

It's been a while since we talked, I'm working thoroughly

So here's my postcard I'm writing from Berlin, Germany

It took all this time and space to first occur to me

All the plans I shared with you then, are working perfectly

(Amsterdam!)

Got that sticky in a coffee house with the squad that's with me

Then we did a show in Itzehoe first U.S. rap act to rock that city

(Germany!)

Before we go we got a sorta glow

Eating Swedish meatballs in Sweden, chiefing before the show

You know... I used to want it all just to have it

And whatever pays off becomes a habit

(Damn it!)

I'm only human, ain't I?

That's the excuses gave by, my peers, I swear

But it's proven they lie

Get to the root of it, this bullshit can't slide

Look in the mirror confused, thinking I'm more truthful, ain't I?

Fuck it... it's my city, my rules

Could go any time soon so keep it fifty times two

Sincerely signed

Here we go again another show, it's different though

We represent our city all around the globe

I'm used to this feeling, no days off

What you waiting for

That's why I'm writing you this postcard

I like my women with a lot of passion

The neighbors think we on a bad one, we fuck and fight a lot

Dropping albums, cause being with you cures my writer's block

Married to the skrilla, finna tie this knot

Devising plots, you gon' write or not? Sayonara

Left the state and left her hanging like these drying crops

I'm out of town and my phone's off

It's so hard for her when I don't call but here's a postcard

I know how that feeling is

Realest shit's I learn more about myself the more I'm away from what I'm familiar with

It's my city, my rules

Could go any time soon so keep it fifty times two

Sincerely signed