Atilla - Intellectual

[Intro:]

Georgie: What are you doing in the sewer?

Pennywise: A storm blew me away. Blew the whole circus away. Can you smell the circus, Georgie?

[Verse 1: RBD]

Ah Ah. Yeah

Rydee if you see Stella, chale make you no holler

It’s a day late and a dollar short

We break up like Kla-la

Things change

Baby, cos now ma pen game’s crazy. A nutter

Endgame, ma song’s in your cell like a membrane. Skinpain nodey matter

I talk you say RBD die. (Nah)

Only tin e dye be ein colour

Cos I been rhyming since

Rydee be like say I for bell you Nala

You fell for the lying king

No cap. On your left like T’Challa, your boy’s back

And I’m back with some lalafalama lyrics and some goons on Okada

Another spirit. Boy, Hakuna Matata

I’m bouta send all o’ these losers to Allah

If ebe rapping I for choose then I gotta hop in like fucking kangaroos or impalas

I’m never stopping till I cruise in Impalas

For now ma tongue is getting loose in the gutter

I nodey fit sideline the itch anymore

I go bruise every sucker

Been five years. Now it’s time to switch

[Pre-Hook: RBD]

I make ready plus lines. I'm a prick

And it's buried inside

I dey hit this game's cherry

You dey try find the clit

Centre stage. Schweinsteiger shit

I would have made it but fucked up my chance

Oh chale ain’t hindsight a bitch?

But I graduated on top of my class

Lowkey, chale I be Einstein and shit

[Hook: RBD]

Lyrics on a Michael Jackson like thriller

I for start dey write ma raps like Vanilla

Cos I know you're IQ-lacking ma ni***

I preach hurt. You go need fibroblast

Cos with a mic in hand, I’m a psychopath

I'm Atilla

Atilla (5x)

[Verse 2: RBD]

Rydee if you see Stella tell am say ma music be stellar

Slow start, but now who spits it better?

Flow, bars, are so lucid and clever

So dark, they confuse it with Hela

Dope art. Them for use for Coachella

Mozart with the magic. Produced it with Teller

So dawg you for panic

This rapper's been fused with Cruella

I weathered the eye of the storm cos my views are umbrellas

So fuck all you guys who dey snore on ma tunes cos I'm better

And I'm in form with the juice. (Muscatella)

And I'm reborn. Undying spawn

When I record in the booth, it's one hell of a rhyming porn

And I have been scorned but this dude's Hellen Keller

I nodey see you. If you're taking off chale then use a propeller

Cos killers dey come. You're still on the run

Cos Rude is Atilla the hun

The Nun with some drill and a gun

You ni** are gone

Zip, zero, nil, chale none of you ni** are realer or fun

There's no fucking skill or a pun to your name

Cos you're lame so I spit on you scum in the game

I never go shun wey no bro go deliver you from me cos