Statement - Intellectual

[Verse 1][Peaky]

So if you're terrified to listen take a mental incision

And travel backwards; I'll show you how I came to be gifted

And painted pictures of racist caverns and scriptures they take as fractured

And twisted minds, proving that the system's a lie

Do they really listen to the stories I tell?

Or do they judge it by the instruments and instantly shelf?

And think I'm crude and insensitive, all I do is bring censorship

To it's knees, please tell me that you know what I meant by this, (Uh)

I'm not as simple as you people might think

'Cos I've seen richer than rich, and people clutching the sink

And using needles as medicine I used weed as a medicine

I experiment but who can say to weed they're a celebit?

Ain't a montonal lifestyle: Colours collect

And maybe we don't see that really life is good as a white child

When one out of six that's getting stopped by the pigs

Has got a paler complexion, a fact that they never mention

It's only - telling the truth through this music I use

But some don't get it, and they think I'm out to get me some credit

And talking shit for the sake of it. I'm not sure what to make of it, so I

(Peaky)

Dumb it down (down, down, down)

I Dumb it down (down, down, down)

(A Tribe Called Quest)

But most MCs ain't ready yet!

So many times I'm ashamed by my lines

But still I water down the truth and replace it with hype

'Cos if I'm rapping for sales they need to feel like brail

And if I stick to what I see then my audience fails

What kind of industry is this? I feel clinically pissed

I might just roll another spliff and give the clinic a miss

And write a lyric or six about how emptying clips

Is something cool, and then maybe it'll make me a hit

Except it won't though, seeing as they already know

That I'm intelligent, irrelevantly critics'll flip

And tell me what I should or shouldn't speak about in my lyrics

As if if they held my position they could do how I did it!

And so I - stay on my grizzle and listen as blocks sizzle

A little bit lost, is it just silly to drop riddles when little-

To-no listeners'll pick up the plot

Some only care for the gwop; others can sneer at my snocks

So hear my lyrics with subtlety and then clear it'll come to thee

Why these prodigal souls hustle and rob for the luxury

I'm not wrong, but I'm younger, and under the friendly bumper

No-one wants to take a lesson. I'm sensing they want my hunger so I

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