September 2008 - Intellectual

[Intro]

[Verse 1]

Intuition of a master, decipher [?] disaster

Once again I'm blowing your mind like brain matter

Leaving you in shock like biochemical fractures

5'9" [?] is my stature

Your eyes growing heavy so that's when I do attack ya

Fuck what you say, reminiscing on gunplay

See you face to face, snap your neck in broad day

[?] you've fallen and you can't get up

So I resurrected my soul to tear shit up

Listen up, one who knows does not speak

And the double negative is known for fucking up a speech

Picking off the frail and murdering the week

So I sneak, a predator disguised as prey

Waiting for the sick motherfucker to play

Can you relate throwing dice with the hands of fate?

At the bottom of a cellar, spittin' acapella

Living a life, a street dwelling goodfella

If I wrote a book I guaranteed best seller

Original, world renown story teller

I'm unstoppable [?]

Quick to dismiss my fingerprints

Third degree burns, the target was my finger tips

Step into my quarters, look into my chamber

Three hundred and fifty seven [?]rearrange ya, danger

Make it look like suicide and hang ya

[Refrain]

Path of an emcee

[Sample]

[Verse 2]

[?] slayer

[?] popping off like bomb scares

Listen to 36 chilling in my chambers

[?] and danger

Memorizing the horizons

Got my sights set and now I see 'em supersizing

[?] the blueprints [?] know what you missing

Staying up late night contemplating my mission

Three steps ahead [?]

Listen, I've had it up to here with all your bitches

ABP [?] 'cause you missing, who you testing?

I'm quick to blow your mind like Smith & Wesson

Eight hundred bars, I go [?] intersections

DOB [?]

[?] held up and fuckin' find me

'Cause every label in the new world gon' wanna sign me

Every other emcee hurry up and get behind me

[?] mentality so this is for the grimy

Sit back, allow me to illustrate my vision

I'm looking at the years to come like time in prison, my shit is failsafe

Orchestrate the execution [?] checkmate

Never fed by silver spoon or platter, only paper plate

The shit that I spit is legit like a hook to the face

[?] pair of brass knucks passing off his paper weights

Came out of the womb terrorizing

Seventeen years up on the rising

Another eighteen and I'll be 'bout ready to die then

Staring at death, I still survive

Russian roulette I still divide

I been immortalized, I wonder why

[?] it begins to crystalize

The manifestation I'm understanding in my eyes

Knowledge is the key [?] it lies

Resurrect the outfit to [?] arise

[Refrain]

Path of an emcee

[Outro]

Quick to dismiss my fingerprints

Three steps ahead [?]

Every label in the new world gon' wanna sign me

Wanna sign me

Checkmate

Came out of the womb terrorizing

The manifestation I'm understanding in my eyes