Zero - Intellectual

[Intro]

Life is one big road with a lot of signs

Signs, signs, signs, signs, signs

You have to make up your mind to face reality all the time

K-Lash-Nek-Off

[Verse 1]

I self cater, radiate like alpha-beta

Batter the caper, detonate the paper

Separate my nature, maybe we can link up later

And laugh over latter, what? Look to the future

Remote viewer, merciless, you get puller, herb puller

Who spread word and break Bulla cake

There's no escape, the city grips like Geoff Capes

My mind state is desecrated landscape

I cry till it aches, and equators evaporate

My university, we don't graduate

We just regurgitate hate, but I'm just like you mate

Waking up with a screw face

Everyday's a new case to solve

My life unfolds like episodes of Columbo

I hibernate amongst the humble

Meditating on my uncles who just did 12 years and didn't crumble

I can't begin to comprehend what they've been through

But spiritually throughout the time I was with you

My heart smashed to pieces, the pain ripped through

Splitting me in two halves

Man haffi laugh or wear two face mask

For too many years passed, I've sat on my arse

Tryna replace the past but that won't last

That won't last, that won't last, so take time as you pass

[Chorus]

Hey, gringos on Pasero

I want you make way for the daddy-lero

And if you don't do that my friend, then your number is zero

Shoulda seen me inna Colorado

When me buck up di youth called Fernando

Me gwaan like fassy and I move like one likkle jankrow

[Verse 2]

It was the east maze where I spent days on my Jack-n-Jays

Strapping jays while jack raddicks raid my uncle's gates

Hes living bait, pushing heavy weights from his place

They caught him baking cake, parole date, 2008

Oh what a waste, another life lost to the maze

But any ways as we move there's no time fi gaze

Like a deeper rage, these are pyro days

Young tearaways blazing shots off like heat waves

Hombres grazed, stay crazed like Frankie Fras'

With a screw-face that favour Freddy Kruger

I self cater, while my crew don't nurture

It's murder, man shotting rock to make an earner

Pussies turn dapper, they can't live in the manor

It's pepper, hot bods and black PC plods

Who gotta watch your spot for months on the trot

But quick he don't cotch that's why the operation flop

You can't catch what you can't clock*

Cock the klashnekoff shots make you hopscotch, yeah so what?

What's gwarning, merciless, on road they're never charming

Like tenor strapperitas and tailor made garments

I'm starving, dealing with the basis of survival

Strapping owls with hydras 'til my eyes grow tint

Beanies chat me fore they think, yea they are the weakest link