Enter the Void - Intellectual

[Produced by: Lee Bannon]

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]

Ugh! Tell my momma I'm a shaman rhymin'

Jesus Christ and Shawn Carter are my only idols

No, Jesus Christ and Shawn Carter are my only rivals

I'm the messiah of rap—my catalog's the bible

To the new generation of lost souls

Student loans, iPhones, reality TV shows

It shows a host of wise, but blind drones

Post-Babylonia, so I'm told

It could be bologna, so I don't hold it to be fact

Just tryna put the pieces together, puzzled by this madness

If that dollar crashes, niggas gon' panic, what we gon' do?

How we gon' eat? Don't even know how to grow fruit

Detached from your roots, nigga, me too

I'm doing drugs, fornicating, and eating fast food

But I know I got three eyes, 'cause I'm looking past you

[Hook: Joey Bada$$ & Ab-Soul]

Enter the void

This for my hundred-dollar-billers to destroy

Spreading word of knowledge to through decoys

People realize that it's time to deploy

Stay on point, open your third eye, boy

And keep your motherfucking Chakras open

Keep your motherfucking Chakras open

Keep your mouth shut and keep your motherfucking Chakras open

Keep your all-seeing eye open

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]

Had to escape nest, told Moms I'm Apex

And plus I lay checks, I bust in the latex

So it's nothing stopping the kid, if you get where I come from

Busting conundrums on nuns and condoms

Don't want no problems, It's the number-one solver

Can't see me with these sentences, get your bars up

I'm close to the pen, I depend on this shit

Ain't tryna be dead bent, I'll ascend off this spliff

You can't pretend with this shit

Said, I know what's real and what isn't

Ain't shit obscured with my vision

Plus the herbs that I'm hittin'

Allow me to observe what is hidden

Could have been a cherry-pickin' nigga

If I ain't make jams and bury niggas

Used to be the sweetest 'til life handed me the lemons, nigga

Now, every day, I see the sour patches

The flower of life devoured into ashes