Talent - Intellectual

[Intro: Hau, Sample]

Yeah, check this shit out

Ay, this is a special dedication to all those dirty snakes that broke into Rancid's house and stole his records

And broke into Next Level

And then broke into my girl's car and stole our gear while we were on tour, suckers

Listen up

[Verse 1]

Beating my chest like a silverback

Don't you know that [?] deeper than a tilted cap

The man's deep, he doesn't sleep

He doesn't feel to nap

He's skilled to rap, from the bottom bill, from scratch

From the gutter, these liars [?] the facts

[?] deserve to lie with other filthy rats

So stay sharp, eyes on them guilty pack

A brave heart, still got my kill to tack

In the belly, we keep the fire

In our hands, we keep the [?] and reason for

When them snakes slither we deliver the eagle claw

Snatch 'em out the same holes where we eat before

Snatch back the move out them evil paws

Keep the law, that's how we defeat them all

The move's nonstop, it doesn't need to pause

So we stretch out to reach for more

Give me that back

So I'm free as a flying fox

So I run the iron horse to move you and try to box

A pigeonhole play a convincin' role

For the payback on those who tried to pinch the soul, ay

[Hook]

Can they take what we worked hard for? (No)

Can they break down what we stand for? (No)

You broke into our space and you lifted

Our beats, our records and equipment

Will we let them hold the progress? (No)

Will we let them fault and stop this? (No)

See, still bee stings and it

Doesn't mean nothing, 'cause you can't steal talent

[Bridge]

You understand, don't you?

[Verse 2]

Them dirty snakes sneak into your house

Step quiet as kept as they cruise about

(They don't want your TV) They won't boost your couch

(They don't want your CDs) Or your [?]

They want all your records, so they move 'em out

Whether friend or foe, there's no clues around

Better get it together, you should know this

You may lose material things, but don't lose your focus

Nah, even if they charge into your car in a so-called "safe garage" during a fast

Steal your music from past to present

Bastards endin' the future? Nah, I refuse to

Lay low, we lay up and stay up

Waiting for karmas pay-up, okay, yeah

But don't wait up, 'cause here at deep brooding

We make love, work, eat and drink music

Even if they cheat, we keep to it

Keep at it, the movement of a beat addict

It'll take a whole nation of thieves to hold us back

So please, put on your backpack and tighten your shoulder strap

Do up your laces, que up the tape, it's the move of the future (Who's up in the place?)

It's the same guys who tried to strip of their lifeline

Well, nah, not in this lifetime, this life's mine

So tell me, who in their right mind would think it's fine to take what's rightfully mine?

They're trying to shut off the plan

Show me the thieves, cut off their hands