Scenes - Intellectual

[Verse]

I'm running through these numbers like an analyst

My life's a horror movie, I'm the protagonist

Scene one, I'm in the wok eating sandwiches

Scene two, I've been marooned with no cannabis

Scene three, I'm in the dinger with my savages

You ain't cut from this cloth you're unravellin'

I got them all tappin' out about tap in

Say the word, I spill your blood on the tapestry

When we go out to eat that's a rack or three

I rap, but my bro sell crack or B

Fourth scene, I was back in my trap on sea

I'm back in my bando, but I cannot sleep

And when I looked in the mirror, I lost all my teeth

I got these marks on my arms, shit, I'm bang on B

Fifth scene, I'm thе shotter and you owe me P's

Frankiе's just come back and he won't be pleased

My runner tried do the race, I broke both his knees

Sixth scene, I'm like split and you just woke the beast

You couldn't touch me even if you overreach

In my Nike tech, looking for some dough to fleece

Ain't no one with a colder speech

Scene seven, I'm back out here with a loaded heat

Tryna kidnap somethin', someone hold his feet

If I have to leave him here, they're gonna close the street

Scene eight, I'm at your crib like American Psycho

Chase him in the kitchen, spill blood on the lino

I see bro— so I thought it was my go

No burner, boy, I'm just spilling his shayo

Scene nine could've been number one to me

I'm escapin' that place, look what you done to me

Big kitchen like Chuckie, no dungarees

My girl's got a monster in her bed, it ain't underneath

Scene ten, I'm possessed 'cause I used to be poor

So every day, somethin' picked me up off of the floor

Either I want it for less or I want a bit more

I see dead people, it's a little obscure

Either I'm Venom or Carnage 'cause I'm constantly torn

Frankie's got new shoes and it wants to be worn

My lifestyle's insidious, it left me deformed

Fuck prison reform, I don't wanna conform

I know ten toes down, I know weather the storm

I know soakin' man down, but you wish it was corn

With my two hands, make him wish he never was born

Or like Ned Stark, I'll make you feel the edge of my sword

I'm pressing record, you're already dead in my thoughts

They gon' find you with their dogs on some leisurely walks

What I'm bringing to the table, it can never be bought

Even though I know I'm rich 'til I'm seventy-four

Closin' scene

I'm dressed in all black, but they notice me

Stake him in his heart like Constantine

Then I went and had a chat with a conscious fiend

He said, "You're still trapped subconsciously"

Selling all this Charlie, they wan' Bronson me

My life's a horror movie, it's a constant scene

And it's coming like Scream

And the protagonist is usually the killer in the end

[Outro]

Scene one, I'm in the wok eating sandwiches

Scene two, I've been marooned with no cannabis

Scene three, I'm in a dinger with my savages

Fourth scene I was back in my trap on sea

Fifth scene, I'm the shotter and you owe me P's