Aim & Bang - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Aim and bang at the target site

[Verse]

Let me start, I'll clart any fart who thinks

He's got heart, act smart, get spun

Don't think you can spar with a don, get your block rained on

Call it winner stays on when we're up in the yard

Get parred and scarred if you think of getting too large

For your boots, we're armed and we shoot

Can open your coupe, I'll be smoking a zoot

Escaping pursuit, fly back to the Blue

In the trap where we move food

You can get clapped with the deuce deuce

We're not gash but we move loose

It's not another track on Fruit Loops

Killa like Omen, bruise youts

Stopped for your cash, that's a fruit move

Hit with the grapes for the blue food

You let her sit on your face when she's nude

You're a filthy bastard, dirt dude

Now Blue Battlefield's out

I couldn't really care what you're talking about, don't open your mouth

We're the best in the south, rude

Family Tree, that's the best crew

Sling another cartridge out, lay man down

Distinctive sound, true

You only hate me cause I don't like you, I'm the best out

Gloves on when the nine get test out

Penetrate man's chest, now his lugs all spread out

Blood leave body like we told it "get out"

TK already done told man

That I will scold man, leave man deadout

Brain from head out, you're catting for zoots but I'm licking the Zs out

Missed shots? Didn't invest in a send-out

I'll send shots at the whip you rent out

Ergh

Violate me, leave your face all dent out

Fuck Superman, I'll knock Clark Kent out

I've been blazing cheese all morning

So don't be surprised if my eyes look red out

I'll call Shifman, I'll call TK

I'll call MI, I'll call Ego

If there's loot, nobody gets left out

Trap all day cause I wanna get it in

Beef situations, no debating

Clocked all the slight MCs hating

I'll punch up a DJ for not rating

No orgasm, your girl was faking

She hollers me for the ACE ting

JB's got a knife, you'll get a slicing

If you've got cake, you'll get an icing

All I wanna do is bring the papes in

Grime might make it right

But until then, I won't depart the life

TK squeeze pump and depart your spine

Twelve gauge bring light on the darkest night

I don't care what bars you write

I spit crack, sit back, let you spark the pipe

Like Faze, I'm on this barking hype

[Chorus]

Aim and bang at the target site