So Many? (Interlude) - Intellectual

[Intro]

What's wrong, L.B.?

You [?] under that shit, again?

The therapy comes to you too

The game just wave the funk

Just wait until your friend's mouth just start to foam

To the know, oh

I'm missing myself until we roam, wow

Me and CLONE be the death blow, wow

You missing the killer Joker (Plow), wow

Living inside the country of death and despair

With no medicine to kill your pair, wow

Just wait until your mouth just start to foam, wow

And I been feeling crazy and faded to this gangsta behaviour

I might as well just make a Dre type tape with my neighbors

But when I been thinking about this purpose

I get alone with my disclosure

Fuck the poem, 'cause the people just be asking me how I'm still in the scene

And how CLONE is my duo nowadays without no dreams

So, let me be straight and kill the theme

Kill all the dreamers' think

I'm 'boutta call this girl Judy to make a villain being

Wow

I'm missing myself until we roam, wow

Me and CLONE be the death blow, wow

You missing the killer joker plow, wow

Living inside the country of death and despair

What's wrong, L.B.?

[?] we know that!

Sometimes, you [?] yourself

Sometimes, [?]

*gunshots and screams*

Ain't no mothafuckin' game, man!