Flashpoint - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Lew Salem]

You head south on the 15, you hit Southeast

Where them boys don't play, man they'll snatch yo chain

Take the shoes off your feet, they can eat for an week

That shit is for the strong, it ain't for the weak

For that bread, they put that lead in your grill, turn it to swiss cheese

Come through stunting, you gon' be a murder mystery

First you're there, now you ain't, disappear like wizardry

The last seconds of your history, filled with misery

The revolver is a little monster, but the chopper

Be the problem solver, introduce you to the Holy Father

You know it's on when they snatch you by the collar

And they drag you to the harbor where nobody hear you holler

It's a grave situation if they catch you slipping

You say the wrong thing then you turn up missing, they mailin'

Fingers, thumbs, tongues to your missus

She don't open up the box cause she seen the blood drippin

And the fuck is she supposed to do? She can't pay the ransom

Grandma crying, cause can't nobody save her grandson

All this cause you wanted to floss a chain made of platinum

In front of the boys who ain't have none, have fun being a phantom

[Hook: Lew]

Murder in the streets like concrete

The body outlines on in the white chalk on the sidewalk

The mourners on the corner by nightfall

Your mama screamin, "Lord, what my boy lose is life for?"

Little did she know, it was the 5-0

Them automatic weapons, yeah them A-R rifles

Top notch training insure your death like Geico

Soon as he hit the block, he was dead on arrival. (2x)

[Verse 2]

Visions in his eyes of the rise of an enterprise

Familiarize yourself in the demons you try to exercise

Exercise my right to write fire, spark riots

Write and recite lines, that take flight and inspire. (Gunshots)

"Another one down." the dirty cop said

About the dirty brown kid, he just shot down, in the middle of town

Meanwhile, Billy was at a party with a cup in his hand

When he got the word cops fired at his man

Immediately knew the plan, to his whip the boy ran

Somehow the cup is gone, there's now a Glock in his hand

Searching for the killer, now identified as Officer Miller

Ironically drinking Miller's, watching shows about cop killers (Knocking)

A knock at the door, who could it be?

Glancing at his watch, it's 'bout a quarter to three

Probably a reporter, reporting live from the scene

Let her get a quote from me, so I can go back to sleep. (Banging)

The knock's getting worse, sweat through his shirt

Three o'clock, the Devil's hour, come to get his dirt?

Open the door, some officers, Billy never made it

Another dirty cop got to him first