Relevant - Intellectual

(Intro:)

I done seen a lot of shit happenin’

Worship worthless rappers, and the fandom never ends

Portray yourself in way more than just a trend

Curtains up, cut the act

But in fact, check the stats cause you ain’t intact (God Damn!)

(Verse 1:)

Fiends of the rap game

Comin’ up with no name

Nah bitch, we ain’t the same

Forget the line of fame cause you make it rain

While I bring the sun right after

Bringin’ out rainbows, cause I’m sky high like one of them masters

He said ‘I Love It’ but it’s just another catastrophe

You people listen to garbage, but if you ask me

Shit’s itchin’ my brain, so can you just scratch it please?

I write a ton of proper raps at ease, and your girl’s just like your raps; the last to-please

And I’m actually on a roll

Yes I know your pockets are swole

But all you "rappers" sound the same, so it’s just a bunch of fuckin' riches you stole

I strive to be one of the greats like cole

‘For Whom The Bell Tolls’

Hear the bells chime, cause I play the center role

Shootin’ shots around the world, like I’m motherfuckin' Interpol

(Chorus:)

Turn up the bass

Turn up the snare

Ad libs too

But you turn down the voice

Turn down the words

And for what dude?

Tryna stay relevant?

Ahh fuck, for the hell of it

You gon’ be history, motherfucker it's time to reminisce

(Verse 2:)

Shit’s illusive to the people

And intrusive to my eardrums

You gon’ be boostin’ on your stereos

Ah, here we go

Cause I really don’t agree

Your song’s a virus cuz that shit spreads like a disease

But it infects everyone, and fucks up the peace

Copies: sellin’ em

Constant release: same trap shit

Fuck off please

I may seem butt-hurt or stubborn cause I don’t accept what rap’s come to

But I'm just stating the facts, so all of you are welcome to approach

Need a lyrical coach?

Cause at most

You got like two words per sentence

The rest is mumbled offenses

Better attend this class cause my lyrics complex

Cause I’m inspired by the best

Lookin like I got a degree in literature

Come here, and let me scribble at your attempts at rap

Cause like your name: you’re a lil' miniature

God damn it, I need a minute, you’re givin’ me a migraine

Hurtin my brain

Followin’ trap trains

Bitch what about me?

Ay, my lyricism got me feelin' cynical but I don't know what the fuck it is that you’re so hyped about that you typed aloud

Cause I'm gonna decipher routes that’ll make all of these bitches scream and shout

Cause while you’re a lil' pumped at this like you’re a playboy

I'm feeling disgusted by how you spend your money on lil' yacht toys

Cause while he goes to clubs, me goes to wake em up

Cause I got six nines on my checks

Weighin’ pounds, hey what’s next?

Get aroused when you flex

Gettin’ savage with this text cause I'm about to win this bet

You know you’re all set

When I’m done recordin’ motherfucker I’m off set (Offset!)