Checked - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Oh-no, the boy is on a roll

Reaching for his goal

Wow-wow-wow

Man you fucking with the best, the best

Better show respect)

(The boy ain't gonna fold)

Lo-Fi Lenny on the motherfucking beat

(Wow-wow-wow

Know I don't forget)

Yah, yah

(Somebody getting checked)

Yah

[Verse 1]

I started off with free-styling over DMX instrumentals

Now I treat it like a game of Deadpool, without the act from Ryan Reynolds

I walk up in the studio with my axe ready

To cut heads in my black and red flannel (Ha-ha)

I dismantle body limbs, like the police tried when beating Rodnеy King unconscious

Yet, they still claim the systеm runs flawless

Man fuck you, explain that to all the kings who have fallen

To all the hollow-tip filled bodies, closed in a coffin

You know to somebody, somewhere, that shit means profit (Ah)

They want people to pick up the gun, load it and cock it

So let's go to Afghanistan, some people still don't understand

The pain, the blood shed on blood money by corporations

Yet we still focus on Ted Bundy (Ah)

'Cause most of us don't give a fuck about them

Not giving a fuck about a human life, to put it bluntly

So fuck it, I'm just a Hip-Hop junkie, treating these rappers roughly

A lot of tough talk but you's a bitch inside

I can make you bleed for a week and I can do it monthly (Ha-ha)

I'm hungry so back off, unless you wanna fill a body bag in my catalogue

You can't fuck with me, if you pop an Adderall

It's not a sprint, it's a marathon, bitch

But if you talk shit, I'll be glad to respond

[Chorus]

Oh-no, the boy is on a roll

He came up from the bottom, now he reaching for his goal (Goal)

Wow-wow-wow, man you fucking with the best

You don't need to like me, but you better show respect, 'cause

Oh-no, the boy ain't gonna fold

He will come and get you, if you put him in a hole (Hole)

Wow-wow-wow, man just know I don't forget (Ah)

I don't fuck around, man, somebody getting checked (Ugh)

[Verse 2]

These bitches ain't gotta talk to me man, I know I'm cute

I hit the booth and blackout like Black Thought in The Roots

I'm on a big bag pursuit (Ha-ha)

I go so hard in the studio, my girl steady cooking me soup

I out-rap your whole group (Ugh)

G shit like Ice Cube, I got some attitude

I'm praying to the Hip-Hop gods, the way I'm killing MC's

I'm a radical, I'm an extremist (Woo)

Been vocal ever since I came out the fetus, kicking raps in my room

It got my mom really heated, but

I know my fucking purpose, I know what I came here for (Ah)

I know my target, I know what I'm aiming for

I studied the greats, who came before me

Corny motherfuckers steady talking shit about me, like

I ain't gonna pick the pen up

I ain't gonna rap circles around your head

Till your bitch is fed up with you, man, I'm serious (Ha-ha)

We gotta get our bread up and get our own like cafeteria

So now I'm fully invested, every night

I'm working like a light house till my skill is perfected

So I can be seen from miles out, man

I'm danger in this rap shit, every verse I write

I put a ribbon on after I wrap it

It's Naison