Write This For Me - Intellectual

[Verse 1:Mr. E]

As soon as I grab my pencil thoughts fluently stab the desk till/

That paper is bleeding with the same cruelty as me mental/

And the question is if my writtens are moving/

What the hell is this literature doing when I influence listeners through it/

Its feeding my head, I'm an addict needing my meds/

And nothing can stop me grabbing hold of that needle again/

But yo, I swear its therapeutic and I'm there to share my music/

Yo some hard shit here, that's why they're just scared to use it/

What am I writing this for? These are my vitamins whore!/

What would I need another prescription of Vicodin for?/

I'm Invincible can't hurt me like you were fighting with Thor/

Titans or Tyson, dyke you liking to igniting a war?/

When I got 5 mics in the source?/

Double XL and my empire is back-striking at yours?/

Rebel, but I still don't know why you are fighting this for/

If I can afford a choice between the light and the dark/

Why the fuck would I be good when writing this art?/

Its all about my pencil and the instrumental/

Rocking here within me in the central of my mental/

I don't expect nobody to like what they see or act nicer to me/

FUCK YOU! Because I write this for me/

And I believe if you can see receiving these beats/

I'm living the dream of a true lyricist MC'ings the key/

Now I don't give a fuck if you like me or not/

This mic is my shot to step to decipher my thoughts/

Spit fire and got you lit(t) up and just when you think you got on my hot trail/

I just down another one them Molotov cocktails/

I'm smoking bitch give into it my best is what I'm giving you bitch/

Don't act like you can't rise with me when I'm giving you hits/

Ain't sinking to you bitch I'll drink in your boos(booze)/

Come at me if you ever fucking think that I'll lose/

Its a bar fight! Its a total slaughter house!/

On from now you're my prey running to get to the chopper now/

You're lame, I want to see you run my course/

Snort some punchlines or tour with me cuz who the fuck else would you front line for?/

Or will you fight for more?/

I'm a fighter when I'm writing throwing hooks swinging and I'll win tonight of course/

I bet you like my form/

Bitch I'm using the phone and when I'm done talking down your throat the mic is yours/