STR8 UP HELL - Intellectual

[Verse 1: PH4NTXM]

Underground shadows, na'men no one can hold us

Talkin' to the mados, savage money holders

Not poppin' pills, I cock shotties, stay sober

So raw, mommies strip when the flow’s on

That boom-bap, I murder beats with grand piano

I kept it real, you can't keep up cause you're maggot

Money investin', manifestin' with a blessing

Street rep tight original, no second guessin’

Flow vintage, like leather in the coupe

You bite my lines? That’s a federal pursuit

Shot the rapper down, with out any clue

Slugs on the chest, and his whole damn crew

Coming for the blood, I ain't even gaming

Flows are militant, making MC's praying

Bullets rainin', straight out ya residence

Battlin' through warzone, blowing like acetylene

That's so raw, the streets gritty poerty

Where's my dogs, I pass em that joint free

Cuts like razor, these bars make the fakes bleed

Straight up hell, it's the place that I grew up bitch...

Not money craving, sacred message carving

Substance blending, the last rap blender

Jack the ripper, I'm your thoughts offender

Name it as you wish, ready to meet the maker

Can't play the player, hustlin's major

Each bar like a razor, old-school flavour

Who can save you? Since you can't stay true

Turned to a snitch? Nobody's representing you

Rappers using make up, ready for the make out

Who staying real, who's tuned to be faked out

Underground, just coming with the blaze out

Most of rappers, just glazing the donuts out

Keeping it old, dusty riffs, and rusty chords

Keeping it straight, still moving in the slow-mo

So wild that rapping sound like wild roar

So sick you got used to that dependent flow

That's so raw, the streets gritty poerty

Where's my dogs, I pass em that joint free

Cuts like razor, these bars make the fakes bleed

Straight up hell, it's the place that I grew up bitch