Infected! - Intellectual

[verse 1]

Why these niggas talkin' just to get a reaction?

Words don't hold power if their not followed by action

I speak with a voice that holds listeners captive

Paralyze the body while the brain remains active

They used to call me lame because I never did drugs

But I always felt drunk because I'm so out of touch

And I thought that was the case because it usually was

But when falling feels like flying, then it's usually love

You got all my niggas thinkin' that I'm losing my damn mind

'Cause now I ain't got time and always got hands tied

I don't even hangout because nigga I'm anti

That's antisocial, anti-vocal, anti-local, anti-global

I hate all this shit

Isolate myself, now I'll be damned if I fall from this

Empire I've spent years building but then I notice

Maybe it is too late. Maybe it is too late

A lot of niggas always just assume that I am noble

Like I'm a good kid and I don't got weapons at my disposal

I'll stretch your circle out and turn your fuckin squad to an oval

Trust me I do not play. My nigga, I do not play

[Chorus]

Never get to flexin' with a pistol

Catch you on the wrong side

Do this for the old guys

And I know it's no time for starin' out the window

Running to the goal line

Niggas wanting yo' shine

But we pay 'em no mind

I know what I was meant fo'

Coming for the show lights

Living like a low life

Didn't know that whole time I'm ready for the end goal

At the starting line, I'm just waiting on your signal

[verse 2]

I hope you never ask to meet my pops

If you did, I would probably lie and tell you that he's not

In the picture. Which I guess isn't totally false

I just don't want you to see that the man that has brought

Me into this world is crazy and then get this idea

That it is in my genetics and I may follow procedure

So I met your mom instead, but she doesn't seem eager

To ever meet me again. She saw right through my shit

I got this evil thing I do where I try to pretend

That my intentions are holy and I'm not covered in sin

Which is probably why I only choose the worst of friends

Which is probably why all of my relationships

With me being depicted

Without the light behind me

Paint my picture with dark colors and demons beside me

But you look at me with love and then those big eyes remind me

Maybe I can be saved. Maybe I can be saved

And I'm not talking 'bout scripture

Or the way God designed me

But how Keprea grabs my hand and then slowly she guides me

Through the tunnel until greeted by a light that is blinding

Maybe I'm being played. Maybe I'm being played