Gold Teeth - Intellectual

[Hook: Prof]

So Atlanta

So Atlanta put your gold teeth up, go to Minneapolis where it's cold as fuck, and take that chance, ace that class...

[Verse 1: Prof]

Everybody knows I'ma kill 'em word for word

My words organize like a thousand Satan worshipers

Go to bed hungry, wake up starvin'

Got an insatiable appetite, i beg your pardon

Carcinogenic, arson develops a hard one

MC hard tongue, skateboard car bomb

Headed up the artery, breathe

Part of me thinks I should stop but I'm getting paid hourly

Holy shit, just give me one chance

Grab the game smash it down and take it to class

MC juggernaut, heavy as another jock

Heavy as a levee that New Orleans never got

[Hook: Prof]

So Atlanta put your gold teeth up, go to Minneapolis where it's cold as fuck, and take that chance, ace that class...

[Verse 2: Prof]

And it's never been the same since the day that my pops came

Through the back door with his chip shoulder talking

Put a match to it, see if it lights, see if it turns bright

See where your kid falls asleep tonight

And that's the night where your son turns to a beast

A phoenix, I rise through the ashes, I feel complete

Rub my hands together, put 'em to the flame

It's cold up here, I guess that's how you learn the game. (Aahoohh no, no, no)

I'm only one tick away from the cage upstate, where my pops stayed

I'm only one step away from the space in the page where my pops layed

So leave me alone I'm at a critical point

King Kong on the tight rope, something's gotta give, man

A smart zombie, I'll die young probably

[Hook: Prof]

So Atlanta

So Atlanta put your gold teeth up, go to Minneapolis where it's cold as fuck, and take that chance, ace that class...

[Verse 3: Rahzweii]

Don't take, what your hand can't fit

I'm in the middle of the circus, make a move you's a bitch (you's a bitch)

I'll pull your skirt up, show the world you're a little girl, put your work up, Ha!

And I won't' play witcha, fill my tank and have your man's brain shipped up

And shipped out, get the fuck out my house

All you thug by choice kids know what I'm talkin' about

I'll work the swagger, miracle blade dagger

I'm in the manger trying to hold my anger

Because I'm major (major, major)

Don't mean I'll walk up to pick up and break ya

I'm not afraid of a lot of shit, beat my psychologist, she claims I'm too monsterous

I'll take the heat for my actions, I'll probably go to hell while I'm laughing

[Hook: Prof]

So Atlanta put your gold teeth up, go to Minneapolis where it's cold as fuck, and take that chance, ace that class...

[Outro: Prof & Razweii]

Ahhh-Shhhhh

Yes, Yes, Yes

BP we see you baby

Minneapolis baby, Atlanta

Whatta do whatta do whatta do

You said that yourself, (no doubt) don't need no help, (hell no)

35 W shelf

Say, Uuhhnnn-ahhhh, Aah-aggghhh