Strictly Do This - Intellectual

[verse 1 - Jesse Dangerously]

What? You want what? You must be on drugs!

I make the most thugged out dons want hugs

Get your knees burned on rugs from kneeling down to me

When I'm feeling ornery. Honorary coroner

You'll suffer from a coronary. I'm out of the ordinary

Crypt keepers shiver and admit I'm sort of scary

While the orthodoxy would suggest that I'm sort of snotty

Also naughty like a toddler. Stockpile bottled water

Crocodile tears, my style clears the hurdles

Sample based (sample based), the only thing I fear is the Turtles

That's right I'm Oroku Saki, bitch, the trouble's obvious

I played a pickup game with the H E double hockey sticks

The properties of floppy disks are tragically fragile

My tongue blurs when it forms words, it's magically agile

It's bad to be facile, so I take great pains

To come off with the ferocity of irate freight trains

Like the ones my mate James covers with paint stains

Get at me dogs, it's brutal pitting poodles versus great danes

Hate chains our hearts and restricts our purpose

I consider it worthless. Yo check me out I'm picture perfect

Go EssJae, it's your birthday in spite of the calendar's date

Give it up for my pal ninja dreg! I wouldn't want to share his

Challenger's fate... he's tough!

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How tough?

So tough you'll be sufferin'!

Coming correct from Church Street to Dufferin

You kids are small like MUSCLE men

We're large like Captain Action

J D and S J - pure rapping satisfaction

[verse 2 - SJ the Wordburglar]

I'm eating rappers like food because they have bad attitudes

They're crude, and look like something I poo'd

Out my butt cheeks a week ago, the unique paprika flow

Comic geek who calls Chuck Zeto a ho

Really though (yo) you better come with the beats and cuts

Plus you really need delivery like Pizza Hut

No buts, no ifs and definitely no maybes

CRAZY... like that lady

My references make sense like an encyclopaedia

My rhymes don't make you shit, they make you bleed diarrhea

Mama mia! Cut squares to octagons

Make italian rappers say "Oh no, not-a Sean!

It's on the down low, but I got Tony Soprano

Joe Pantoliano and Barry Manilow on the piano

Down at the Copa Cabana, just ask

I was undercover, dressed as Cobra Commander!

No propaganda, you'll never ask for your cash back!

Heads who like rap be like "Who was that on that last track?"

The extra liquor in your knapsack

The 21 to your blackjack, the picnic basket in your hatchback!

If you act wack, you're gonna leave in a stupour

'Cause SJ's ill... it's not a rumour!