Drop - Intellectual

(Verse 1)

"Everyday man goes," cut that crap

Run that track

They talk so much bollocks, that they must get slapped

Shut your trap

No brakes, on the gas

Okay, on attack

Pass me the instrumental for Drop, we about to run that back

Cause I've got bars ready to lay

Spit so fast, can't steady the pace

High demand, heavily played

Line 'em up, carefully placed

Up so far, got leverage, ay

I be me, many complain

Think they're dons. They think they're bad, but as soon as I enter the space

They'll bе too pussy to chat shit

Cause they know that I am the full packagе

I deliver a flow with no facets

If I take a pick at you, don't be static

Mad ting

Killing this shit is a habit

Fact is

None of these pricks can match it

My flow's hard and yours is flaccid

Brains and skills is what they're lacking

This ain't bout who the baddest is

It's about who the best rapper is

And its me, no doubt, stop rambling

Way I get lyrical with syllables is baffling

Imagine it

They thought they were haggling

I'm damaging

Them all with the facts I spit

They're babbling

So why are they gambling

They're hanging on by a thread, they are dangling

(Hook)

Demons in my mind, they will never stop

Telling me these lies, guess they are an opp

Entering the vibe, guaranteed to bop

It's 2025, time we make it drop

Now we bout to pop off

Show up with the mic, now it's on lock

I've been on my grind, killing non stop

2025, make it drop, drop

(Verse 2)

L to the U to the K to the E to the Y to the D

Ay, it's LuKey D

The guy that did everything with crudity

Lunacy?

Presumably?

Quite fruitfully

Truthfully

It's what I choose to be

Not the parts where I go too brutally

But the parts where the lyrics are moving me

Finally, they've got through to me

My career was a bit complex

Shit I said

Left me a bit perplexed

Discontent

With the Internet

Then I come back with these silhouettes

My fire's in the paper, cigarette

"LuKey D sucks," incorrect

I could write two lines that don't make sense and still connect them like an interject

This is for those that say I'm bad at rap

Man to man

A fact's a fact

Just add the math

LuKey D plus Jacob, the cameraman

Ten out of ten, it's a banger man

Colour, religion, handicap

You can do anything and that's a fact

This year is now my year, cause everyday man goes, ratata

Now raps intact

And they're really gonna get it

Sitting here and living

With the lyrics that I'm spitting

I am winning every minute

On a mission every minute

They give it

So I bring another riddim

Then I kill it

Every limit that I finish

Is survival of the fittest

Don't get it? I'm driven

On winning, I'm living

Don't miss it cause I'm binning

Everything it is finished

This time, actually listen to the lyrics