All Consuming - Intellectual

[Intro]

To conduct my experiments in privacy away from a suspicious world you will now see how successful I work

I'm steady rockin' with the best of 'em

Sever their necks and let the rats gnaw at the rest of 'em

I'm partly Mexican but mostly white

I've done a lot of wrong in life but despite I feel I've done mostly right

I get in fights and do some coke and go to sleep at night

Wake up depressed and go and eat and then repeat the night

Got sick of bein' weak, I used to live a vеgan life

And now I can't say no to eatin' evеry single pizza slice

'Cause I'm a beast in life, consumin' that and this

The data hits, the scale is tipped, and now I'm mad and pissed

Street magician ask me how I'm like imagine this

You talkin' shit, your teeth are disappearin', that's my magic trick

Go eat a bag of dicks, I'll even feed you some

Satan's back, call the police because The Beast has won

And any time I'm at the table's when the feast begun

You battle me, you better play deceased and then proceed to run

Chew up and swallow every rapper whole

Hollow bastards watch your back because I'll snatch your soul

It's masterful the way I set up and attack my goals

They try to crack the code, these copycats, they match and jack the flows

Name a person better who's as pale as this

I'm gluttonous, inhalin' calories, exhalin' hits

Talk to 'em real quick, man!

I flee and leave the Michelin star

Throw unlimited darts, thin line between risk and reward

Cold shoulders, most frigid of hearts

Sit in a loft, hit the canvas with the signature mark

Off the graveyard, busy on the day shift

Ran through LDRS, new kicks and a Jays fit

Fall from the bucket, spikin' up, make the veins split

Somewhere on the beach drinkin' Clicquots, south of Spain trips

Tryin' to max a quota, sit in black Toyotas

Sunk the shit, pray the captain float up

Oh Lord! Got that smell it through the bag aroma

Nowadays we speak in Morse Codes, we be tappin' shoulders

Jack and Cola, seen at the saloon bettin'

Married to the game, shotgun wedding

Grinder and a spliff got a hot lung stressin'

Say nothin' if the cops come checkin'

Brown Bag Money!