F.A.C - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Local-K]

I'm chillin' with my villains, pop a bean with Krillin

On a spiritual high, watch my soul rise to the ceilin'

What a feelin, it's a miracle we're livin'

I prayed to Based God and now Yeezus has risen

Born with the vision, I keep 'em in my cornea

A true warrior, Heaven's own courier

This is a story of Un Soldado Que Gloria

Taste euphoria in my memoriam

Stock piling the herb, I keep a cornucopia

So when we hit the function it feels like utopia

Grab a bad bitch, bring 'em by the dozen

Head never average, give me that concussion

Hall of fame bitch, this is my induction

Got the illuminati summoned out the dungeon

What's the discussion? I'll beat you down with my bludgeon

Fuck it I'm just stuntin', I really won't do nothin'

They said I need a theme song

A little something I can scream on

Got my head in the clouds, I'm fucking King Kong

An American Idol? Dream on

Don't fuck around now and make me call the mothership

I'll smack your bitch's dead ass, right out in public

We the hip hop governance

Stop, don't talk, I'm on some other shit

Your girl twerk? And she's a republican?

Well god damn this the nation that we're trustin' in

God's creation but clearly not adjusted kid

Face it we've got your replacement, throw Kirk Cousins in

Chasin' them franklins now like Aretha was sayin'

Respect, I've got em' thinkin' about the moves that they're making

Switch up the groove I ain't playin', trying to get the room booty shaking

Whether you black, white, or asian

Tonight we be Jamaican

Who you playin' ho? I'm as big as Kris Kringle

I'm jolly mother fucker no comprende mi lingo

Your bitch is crusty, one touch crunch like a pringle

And her name's grace? Probably got her off of Christian Mingle

They said I need a theme song

A little something I can scream on

Got my head in the clouds, I'm fucking King Kong

An American Idol? Dream on