Izzo (H.O.V.A.) - Intellectual

[Intro]

Ladies and gentlemen, let's put our hands together for this dynasty

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen

To the eighth wonder of the world

The flow of the century

Always timeless

Hov

Thanks for coming out tonight

You could've been anywhere in the world

But you're here with me

I appreciate that

[Verse 1]

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

For shizzle, my nizzle, used to dribble down in VA

Was herbing 'em in the home of the Terrapins

Got it dirt cheap for them

Plus if they was short with cheese, I would work with them

Brought in weed, got rid of that dirt for them

Wasn't born hustlers, I was birthing 'em

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

For sheezy, my neezy, keep my arms so breezy

Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me

Haters want me clapped in chrome, it ain't easy

Cops want to knock me, D.A. wants to box me in

But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

Not guilty, he who does not feel me

Is not real to me, therefore he doesn't exist

So poof, vamoose, son of a bitch

[Chorus]

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

For shizzle, my nizzle, used to dribble down in VA

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

Not guilty, y'all got to feel me

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up (Holla at me)

[Verse 2]

I do this for my culture, to let 'em know

What a nigga look like when a nigga in a roadster

Show 'em how to move in a room full of vultures

Industry shady, it need to be taken over

Label owners hate me, I'm raisin' the status quo up

I'm overcharging niggas for what they did to the Cold Crush

Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hoed us

We can talk, but money talks, so talk more bucks

[Chorus]

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

For shizzle, my nizzle, used to dribble down in VA

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

Not guilty, y'all got to feel me

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up

[Verse 3]

Yeah, Hov is back, life stories told through rap

Niggas acting like I sold you crack (Yeah)

Like I told you sell drugs, no, Hov did that

So hopefully you won't have to go through that

I was raised in the projects, roaches and rats

Smokers out back sellin' they mama's sofa

Lookouts on the corner focused on the ave

Ladies in the window focused on the kinfolk

Me under a lamppost, why I got my hand closed?

Crack's in my palm, watching the long arm of the law

So you know I seen it all before

I've seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend's weight

To try and to fail, the two things I hate

Succeed and this rap game, the two things that's great

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

What else can I say about dude? I gets busy

[Chorus]

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

For shizzle, my nizzle, used to dribble down in VA

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

Not guilty, y'all got to feel me

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up

[Outro]

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A