Sus - Intellectual

[Intro: Sir Micheal Rocks]

Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Sir Micheal Rocks]

Its a v-hop, gridlock, no space

Whoa whoa, all gas, no breaks

Its too much smoke, won't see your face

Fire to the home set fire to the whole place

You pick up the bodies, betta pick up the pace

If they give us the money, then we get out the way

If they don't give us the money, then we whip out the blades

We do not come to play, we go out in a blaze

Swanton, suicide bomb, napalm

Megaton off the roof, yellow light, green light

Top flowing hella cash, guys scraping hella glass

Where they at? where they at? where they at? where they at?

Lil bitch

We don't got no time for you

Its not the zoo, but its just a comfortable

I'll pick a bone out your ribs if you want me to, and

You should prolly run, cuz we on you, man

[Pre-Chrous: Sir Micheal Rocks]

You couldn't see it comin', you couldn't see it comin'

You couldn't see it comin', you couldn't see it...

[Chorus: Sir Micheal Rocks]

Bodybag (bodybag)

Bodybag

[Verse 2: Sir Micheal Rocks]

Now, we watching, as it burns down into ashes

We laugh as it happens

The numbers was fake, so now the prices are crashin'

The bubble just pooped, so now a crisis is happenin'

The ice ain't worth shit, guns ain't bursting, nerf shit

Was worse than all these persons that we worship

There's merchants merging, lurking like the working

They hurt, they cursed, so, stay alert for the serpents, whoa

Gimme the cash, gimme the cash, gimme the cash, gimme the cash

Gimme a bag, gimme a break, gimme a time, gimme a place

Hop on they ass, Hop in they face (yeah, uh, brrt)

I just put a charger to my chest

Now, lets see what company can market it the best

If you ain't got ideas, credit card, you gettin' left