tiptoe - Intellectual

[Intro: John Witherspoon]

My hair was afro that close to the mirror

I had to pick my hair like this, yeah

When I ran and the wind would hit it, looked like I had a cape on

Juking, Hunter Thompson, histrionics, and music

Until time make you anhedonic

How soil look on the knees of a natural

Why would there be a key to this castle?

Rubbing a bromelin from out the Medina oil display

Ruby Yacht a most loyal brigade

Bait worm, dope all, haters learn through phone calls

Bartleby kneeling, bible leaf eating

Barnabas demo reel, arguing heaven is what you feel

Said he made the vision cloudy

You get paid back for all that doubting

It’s in how the limerick gets said

Reciting it off the picture in my head

Blue bugler envelope, I wear the beat like a stethoscope

And play my flugelhorn and learn my flank of attack

Be the, new negroes, it be them new negroes

It be them new negroes, it be them new negroes

It be them new negroes

I’m just floating, gliding, tipping, hoping I ain’t slipping

I’m just floating, yeah

When the calendar came unglued, challenger lube

Crude strut tightrope in night court with high hopes

Idealism’s eyesore, three letters on the high score

That’s G-O-D, paid on delivery, made a sinner of me, pricked foot

Gift horse hollow, bush bandit, mush phantom, shush tantrums

From who’s army? All them freedoms seem bewildering

My own thoughts require filtering, and that’s just what it really is

MAWGs will hit you with a penance for what could’ve been

And we drift onward, I compliment her locks’ ombre

All of this with the most high as my only sponsor

There’s a ruby in my forearm, right (right)

There’s a ruby in my forearm, right

I’m just floating, gliding, tipping, I’m just hoping I ain’t slipping

I’m just floating, gliding, tipping, hoping I ain’t slipping

Floating, just floating

I’m just floating, gliding, tipping, hoping I ain’t slipping

I’m just floating

We gon’ sparkle now