Something 4 Dat - Intellectual

[Verse 1: B. Lee]

Feel like a caged beast

Only one thing on my mind

These lame rappers look tasty

And god dammit it’s feeding time

JL he done let out

Fueled the fire to my rage and now I’m ready, ready, ready

Gimme that mic, show me that stage and I’m gon’ go, go

Take cover cause the booth’s ‘bout to explode

Ain’t nobody tell you that my pen write gold?

So gimme that damn respect that I’m owed

I’m a show you how to get up on and flip that quick

Sick with the tongue when I spit that shit

Tryna act like you ain’t know that I was gifted

Like [?] get on there and rip that shit

It’s nothin’, to prove somethin’

To the suckas out there that doubt me

Excuse my arrogant demeanor

Gotta calm down that shit attitude about me

Where she been what they askin’

But I fell off well I’m back

And I got a bitch that stay mad

Cause I’m pickin up where they slackin’

No longer mental prison

Yes from these ashes I’ve risen

I spread my wings and envision

Me devourin’ all you bitches

If I wanted ‘em to get it no sweat at all

Savage in my blood, so sweat you know

I’m a give a hater nothin’ less than my all

And there’s no damn way I fall, B

[Chorus: JL]

I’m a beast out the cage, so get outta my way

Ya’ll created a monster, now you gotta pay

Killin’ you niggas now what you gotta say?

If you didn’t know well you gon’ learn today

I got something for that (ass)

[Verse 2: JL]

It’s alive motherfucka

Look alive, I’ve arrived

And it may come as a surprise

To some of this enterprise

But on the rise

You might wanna get your front row ticket

To see this murderous shit, exquisite

Tempted for sickness

I got my shit out on the street

Like I got evicted, it’s heat

So they got addicted, compete with me

Not a lick-lick with flow when I rhyme

Steel toe how I kick it

Go get this dough I’m inclined

Will show you this difference

Get busy showin’ behind

In other words showin’ my anus

Changes made a nigga that mo’ dangerous

I can spit a whole verse in a different language

Ya’ll don’t get me, I’m a move, I’m a get famous

Overseas, shit please, can’t hang with us

In the middle of the road, no lane

I’m a just run this highway through my shit my way

Gon’ see me with the A-listers

Big business

This [?]

Get with a script this vintage

I feel privileged

To be listed

On anybody that’s [unknown] even if it is just

Some little kid Chris, in Wisconsin

Who goes Tech, Eminem, Little Chris, Rittz

JL, Hell yeah I’m a give em hell

Till they know my name well

Flashy when I get up on this mic, nigga

You lookin’ for dope then you found the right nigga

Try to play me, fuck up your life nigga

I’m a loner for real cause I don’t like niggas

But I might be the type [?] never heard of

Might be the light skinned skinny Biggie before murdered