Drawnist - Intellectual

[prod. Reference]

Sweat runnin' down my back like it's scared of my mouth, dog

Stand still, scare crows cuz I'm uncouth, dog

Uh, I step forward like I'm summoned to

Down a pint of Papa's brew, wearing like a hunnid' bruises

But I'm lost in a fog-screen with monsters

Mumblin' my words like I'm tryn'a rap with ulcers

And find what I lost, I'm looking for a light

But I can't find a match, cuz I didn't lose the fight

I'm more aware than I should be

Uh,I feel free, but less so than I could be

Hey, why I'm in this precinct?

Treading in this water; well I've always got my reasons

Black-hearted as I want to be

And all these other fuckers here is wannabes

I got a cold mind, but spit fresh like I eat snow

And when you hear it your brain freeze like you bit ice, yo

If I was drawn, I'd still represent my quarter

Whether that part of me becomes my wife, son or my daughter

To be drawn ain't an art it's another man's page

Dog I will rage, rage at the dying of the stage... (x2)

Words runnin' off my mind like they're drawn to the mic, dog

One thing my mind is rifer with than rap, is dem knifes, dog

Step back from me, if you think you're half as stern

And artists burn, so we're drawn to the kern

Of the last man's last letter, my legacy should go beyond the cheese

And the sourdough, and other cash analogies

That I leave my descendants, who I wish not to be descenders

I would wish that they raise the dirt from the cleansers

Know what I mean? But knowledge can't be ascribed to where I been

That's be an obscene way of offending my own intellect and yours

I be speakin' out and listenin', wherever that I could

So my mind is deeper and my speech became a little less good

I know how to stretch this craft, I can sketch my last words

On a plaque of waveform, and surf 'em till they etch away

I know how to stretch this craft, but I can't sketch my last words

In a plaque of waveform.. cuz they're beyond words