FATALITY - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

The blade that I'm grippin' is causing a casualty

I don't need bullets to split personalities

Fuckers that play with me, losing mortality

End 'em like Scorpion with this fatality

Fuckin' up my foes with blood and a blade

Motherfucker dull if he throwing shade

Hit 'em with the one, two, one and a four, five

Make 'em wanna D13 on his free time

I don't wanna play, so forget my name

Pussy-boy runnin' when I start to spray

I don't wanna play, so forget my name

Pussy-boy runnin' when I start to spray

My back still sore, from carryin' the underground (Fuck!)

I been on my grind, while these pussies busy tokin loud

My back still sore, from carryin' the underground

I been on my grind, while these pussies busy tokin loud

My back still sore, my back still sore

Fuck up the system, I do not wanna be tamed

Better get your money up, fuckers work less for more than your wage

Better yet, better kill any politician

They laugh at the top, everybody rations

Rest in piss to these old white men

Let 'em hang from these streets when they take rights away (Agh!)

Man it makes me sick

Everyday

When a pedo walks away (Fuck, yeah, ayy)

And gets a seat in congress (Ayy, yeah, ayy)

At this point we know our fate

They bottleneck the poverty (Fuck, yeah)

And we dont get their honesty

So, what's the point in living?

When we scrape by everyday (Ayy, yeah, ayy)

(Rage, rage, rage, rage!)

Rage, rage, rage, rage