Shake Up - Intellectual

[Intro]

Shake up the Earth, people

Come on

Rahzwell, don't slip, shake up

[Verse 1]

Divin' into oblivion

Hittin' chins *livin them*

Rippin' them apart, like a job at the shark

I don't bark; I just bite

Even though on the mic

So when I wake up

I shake up with all of my might

Hold your breath

I'm out of control like death

In control like refs

Too many rap-a-rack

Saturated

Filled with checks

Live sets

Oh bet, invade ya less with my career

Or in your mind

This thing that own in time

Or which my music relies

Abusedly live

Refusing, you try

Now do or diе

My dialect is electivе

I educate

Or respect

Id respirated by congregations that never made it

Debated and never dated

Stay fresh and concentrated

[Interim]

Ay-yo-yo

Prof

Yo Prof

Prof, wake the fuck up

Y-You nee-Yo you need to wake up

[Verse 2]

Alright, alright, I'm up already

Enough already

Revision is sounded

My sound is heavy, ah

So count how many

People live-rap by the collars and shook

Wake the fuck up man; Its time that all of them look

All of them pay

Trippy to the honorable haze

Like a comet I blaze

Until their mind is amazed

Wade

You can call me Hot-Rod-Erotica

Lemme, gimme; is really swimmin' in tears and all

[Chorus]

I'm proof that my mom likes to fuck

I ain't twisted

Just get with it

That's how I grew up

I get down

Rahzwell gets down

With the mavricks in this tavern, and you love our sound

Revolutionarys

Count

This is an event

Wet

I'm in the jumpsuit, cruisin' in a Corvette

Shit don't add up, dog

Just count the numbers

You know I'm seen like the original Bronx bomber

Oh no

I don't know no limit

Oh no, bro

Is it the gold finish

Cold english

I spit hits in bold english

[Verse 3]

Y'all so live it and kill it, the slow minute

Recently the best MCs, but so evenly

I'm changin' pace when reducing the old scenery

Believe in me

Lab tested; Clinically prooved

Wanna start a cypher

Bitch, I been in the mood

Been in the groove

Since my old days in the high tops

You miss like a cyclops

Looking through a by-knox

Why not set the alarm, we'll leave quickly

I'm like a limp dick, you don't fuck with me

[Verse 4]

Don't sleep

Dance, dodge

Bullets'll smash the bomb's shake up

The fuck-face-up

The feels fresh

Damn

Let it g-get close

Open up the coast

Overdose rollarcoast

Wet it till it better sweat, oh

Constantly false

I know enough cops to cover a sub

Don't entertain a flame and not expect the shit to blow up

Still create mass appeal; I'm national

Sought after like the Holy Grail

Fuck what, you know me

Homie tell

Forward lickers; Unattainable

90% of feature MCs don't got the heart to start a parable

[Chorus]

I'm proof that my dad likes to fuck

I ain't twisted

Just get with it

That's how I grew up

I get down

The Dark Prof gets down

With the mavricks in this tavern, and you love our sound

Revolutionarys

Count

This is an event

Wet

I'm on the bicycle

'Cause I got the light sense

Shit don't add up, dawg

Just count the numbers

You know I'm seen like the original Bronx bomber

[Bridge]

Original honk stoppers

Given the hard offer

Original shot doctors

Give it the hard offer

Original shot doctors

*Snores*

*Alarm Clock*

*Whispers*

Shake up the earth people

Come on

Wake your ass up

Then shake that ass up 4 weeks out of the month

9 to 5 provide live

Get what you want

Shake that ass up 4 weeks out of the month

9 to 5 provide live

Get what you want

[Chorus]

Prof gets down

Rahzwell gets down

With the mavricks in this tavern, and you love our sound

Revolutionarys

Count

This is an event

Wet

I'm in the jumpsuit

Cruisin' in your Corvette

Shit don't add up, dawg

Just count the numbers

You know I'm seen like the original Bronx bomber

Oh no

I don't know no limit

Oh no, bro

Is it the gold finish

Oh no

I don't know no limit

Oh no, bro

Is it the gold finish

[Outro]

Boom-chicka

Do it like a white girl

Boom-chicka

Do it like a black gurl