Next Level Shit - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Oliver Tree]

Motherfuckin'

Next level shit so, make your next move

Fucking shattered like an embryo in a test tube

Let loose, and move to the bass like a fat chick

Or I could punch you in the face and make your body do a backflip

That shit’ll hurt when the ground comes arriving

Hits so hard, send the sun and earth colliding

Raiders surviving

Who created my writing?

My existence from my infinite raw uprising

So the system's aligning

To the way I rock ya

Knock ya head so hard, unaligning ya shocking

Drop the beat

So complete, I can fill up a whore

'Cause this next level shit is spinning out of control

I’m much too sick and twisted for you to admire me

My first bed time story was a crack pipe diary

Pull these pieces from my mind

Pour it in a mighty pour

Life is short when I pull the plugs from your life support

Had to store my thoughts away

'Cause they'll scare my fanbase

Freak you out and make your anal juices stain your pant leg

Damn straight, it's so

Best thing is serious

My poetry is perfectly persistent, are you hearin' it?

Yes I am

And I hope you understand

I'll tattoo my name on your forehead with a crown

Man made words, so this is my craft

Full speed, so fast, rip a midget in half, ha

Can't imagine anything that could be worse

Than having diarrhea in a full body cavity search

I laugh at the nurse while she clean up the floor

Then I smile to myself while I let out some more