Spring (Theme) - Intellectual

[Verse 1: K. Sparks]

This be the dope flow that the feens wanting

Until it bleeds I don't care

They saying that I'm crazy nice (ay yo b)

But you ain't Jay Z wife

My crazy life critics analyzing what I say

They just bad cab drivers take everything the wrong way

We really raw ya'll never saw

Stevie Wonder wipping that Hummer that mean a problem

Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure

Twin heaters, Slim Jesus

That new black face it got white skin y'all could holla

My flow be off the chain I mean truly bruh

Ya'll came close but no cigars y'all like some Lucy's bruh

Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure

Ya'll losing, My dudes bring

Force that make Incredible Hulk look like a mood swing

I be that rapper that rapping rappers be rapping bout

(Say it louder for the people in the back)

You in amazement, Now who ya came with

I got a new lease on life minus the car payment

And see my aim is as never heinous as being famous

(Say it louder for the people in the back)

Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure

Black people love me like I'm cocoa butter chapstick

White people love me like I'm Star Bucks or Brad Pitt

But still it's ditto my riddle diddle to get a fiddle in the middle and I go mental on any instrumental

Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure

I'm bearing arms like wife beaters these tight sneakers

So inner city like black students with white teachers

And Christ teach us despite preachers that's lying wait

These adolescence getting higher than the crime rate

That's not a stereotype that's what it be

So even if a rapper (spit) couldn't spit it like me

That's not a stereotype that's what it be

So even if a rapper (spit) couldn't spit it like me

Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure