Foxes - Intellectual

[Intro: lonemoon]

Yup, whassup?

[Verse 1: lonemoon]

Aye, huh. Oh my goodness oh my god!

I be on the moon and you conversate from the sun

I have no problem with comments that carry on, but

I ain't never talk when a sister gave me a call like...

Ahh! When I’m dabbin I gotta go

Ain't no mothafucka can catch the dope flow and

Ain't no mothafucka can blast the stereo like

Moon, like moon, it's a secret like double 0

Seven, and that's the number of man

I'm triple six though

Hit those, down with a Glock

Stomp a nigga out now I got blood on my socks!

Fuck a nigga feelings, I’mma give a nigga the drop, like…

[Hook: lonemoon]

Cross on my chest gotta follow me (follow me)

Don't take no apologies (apologies)

Intellectual when spittin, call me Socrates (all my shit)

My brain a hip hop colony (a colony)

Only rep my gang, you can't fall on me (get the fuck off)

You can never ball on me (uh huh)

I’m in the 405 so you can always call on me (phone noise)

Only repetition, you can always call on me, yup

[Verse 2: lonemoon]

And I’m moon with the hits

Talent makin babygirl swoon in the mix

And the killa flow smooth and shit

When she talking poison, cruel as her lips~

Huh, and she's a jewel in her tricks

Puppetmaster cuffin all these fools in her grip

If you wanna fucking duel, here's a tip

If you fightin me, all your rules imma flip

Ah. I don't give a motherfuck

Run up in a nigga house, shoot the sucker up

Heh! And i'm sharp, like the cut

In the rap game, im the motherfuckin' judge bitch