Paul - Intellectual

[Intro: MIKE]

Yeah, yeah, ay

Man up, hands rough like my brother hand

Feeling like my father when I'm running through the motherland

Run me up another band

Battle with these niggas, we was fucking up another band

Roasting up in Naija crib, feeling like a summer camp

Niggas swear they understand, they don't even get this shit

Looking where the money dance, shitting on my nemesis

Pissing on another land, skipping through the messages

Feeling like the Summerslam, flipping off the medicine

Jesus brought another lamb, nigga, don't you get the gist?

The reefer make me hover, man, see the undercover

I be preeing through disguises, we was chilling off of 2nd Ave

Jodi drink his vices, Pressy searching for a better path

Tryna get enlightened, I was so depressed from stretching cash

Searching for a dime and shit was on me like some shoulder pads

Protecting me from dying, manned up

You the coyote in the boulder's path, roller skate, rocket blast

Roadrunner flow, he holds the ropes and laughs

Looking back down on the piano crashed, the keys might damage ya

Ivory tea sandwich, nose tickle through the bandage

When it break the jaw mandible, make your face Hannibal

Face it, we all animals, facing a whole hand full of something random

Damn, this hitting, damn, he spitting, damn, he shitted

Pampers gifted, grandma sipping bowls of Campbell's, damn

John's a old ass man, crushing cans of Camel Crush, this chilly cold absence

Couple kisses with a trash can and gold's back in

Just need to sleep it off, fist and turn the beeper off

Misses, this is no last dance, a team of gods in the brackets

Burning candles down to ashes, scheming hard in the cabinet

Steaming off with the past, this turns some raps up into cabbage

Dreaming off of the glass

Press and MIKE grab the blue mattress

Taka was slacking, yup

Yeaah!