Put The Mic Down - Intellectual

[Intro: Lowkey]

Yeah, I don't even know about this rapper thing anymore, man

I don't even know if I'm on this 'ting man, listen up!

It's not really me anymore, man...

Na'-what I mean? Yeah

Yeah!

[Verse 1: Lowkey]

Ever since eleven this rap shit meant, everything!

It was like the mic in my hand was a wedding ring

Don't get it twisted, it ain't my wife!

It's bigger than that at some point, it became my life!

Me and my friends used to argue over songs we'd preferred

As rappers back then, all we wanted, was to be heard

I'd spit for hours just to make sure you'd recognize

Hoping one-day I'd hear myself on 2-7-9

To tell the truth, I couldn't tell it was whack then

Cause everyone rapped in American accents. (Holla!)

But, still I wanted to blow in a hurry my friend

Looking back it's funny, Cuzzy, cause I was hungrier then!

We aimed to change the game, lyrically raise-the-bar

Take over the whole industry, make-it-ours!

Frequently I think about what this rap game means to me

But I can't lie (Can't lie), all of that changed recently...

[Hook: Doc Brown]

When you feel you've seen it all before

All the music ain't raw no-more

Feel to put the mic down [?]

Feel to put it down

When you bare your soul rapping a verse

And you gettin' nothing back in return, what's it worth?

Need to take some time out!

Feel to put it down, feel to put it down, feel to put it down

Feel to put it down, feel to put it down

Blud, I'm going crazy right now. Like, I'm breaking right-down

Need to take some time out, all the pain in my house, probably make me wile out

Feel to change my life around and

Place the mic down, come on!

[Verse 2: Lowkey]

I was a raw spitter, before an award winner

Before these fraudulent frauds were all in her

Maybe the fact is, this rap shit distracted me

Took away time I should of had with my family

I can go do a show, but then it's back to reality

Back to feeling alone and, trapped in insanity

Now I can hear myself when I tune into Choice

But, can't do fifty-minute shows without losing my voice!

I used to be so determined to earn respect!

Now I'm sitting here all messed up (Pfft!) a nervous wreck!

I haven't learnt my lessons (No!) I don't deserve success

It doesn't matter as long as when I'm gone, my words are left

I'm really only known truly by, certain heads

Excluding them, fuck what any other, person says! (Fuck 'em!)

'N fuck a psychiatrist, or psychologist

I don't need someone I don't know telling me what my problem is