Break It Down - Intellectual

(Intro)

I want y’all to feel this shit but um…(can you?)

I don’t know…

(Verse One)

Straight out the gutta with my mind on my money, NAH

Straight out the suburbs with my mind on my money

Just realized I ain't designed to be funny

But you tryin’ my patience, I’m dying to make it!

Let me break it down, ererere, right now

I’m from a small town, ererere, white town

White mom, dad’s brown, so I smile with a frown

Live from the HCO, fake rappers stay low

I’m coming for your head, bro

Coming for your head like we rapping in a porno

But all I got is cheese like I’m rapping for Digorno

Deliver that warm flow

Got these niggas holding to they heads: no corn rows

Got these women going for my pedist: no ortho

For show, I am Judge Alex, no court show

But they call me Reign, cause I stay with a storm flow

In the lead, at the head of the totem pole

But these kids napping on me, where the fucks the ransom note?

Ahah…but while they stand in the frontest row

I’ll be on the stage catching all these bitches’ underclothes

And you coulda been standing right here…

You shoulda kept your dreams bigger than your nightmares

I swear to God, I don’t even seem tough

Still keep the streets ringing like an ice cream truck

(Chorus)

Let me break it down, ererere, right now

They sleeping on a nigga, ererere, pipe down

Night light, night gown, over the sound of my crowd

(Verse Two)

You see I’m sharper than a motherfucking knife—lose your life

On the mic’, I am Ty-son, get it right

Or get left in the studio, gasping for your life

Nigga I’m rapping for my life, like a cobra

I will bite—in a second

Never second, that is not in my sight

So that’s why I’m up first, like: “what the fuck is night?”

And what the fuck is life, but a highway to death?

So that’s why I drive slow like Kanye West, yes

Runnin this shit, with no diarrhea

You are not on my level bitch, I’m an Eagle

I am just another Michael Vick, you’re the beagle

And I stay with me some bitches like I’m a seagull

And so I just drop shit that they say is the bomb

While these scared niggas run, no Hiroshima

And here is my thought: til I’m in a pine box

Everybody that you know will say Reign is the raw-est…

(Interlude)

(“this is better than a wohsshow…wearing a baby blue shirt with a PANDA on the front”)

(Verse Three)

Ah, Ah, Ah, and my skill outrageous

Wait a couple seconds…still outrageous!

A backpack rapper cause I’m filled up with paper

And stay glued to it but believe I’m a staple

And got more game than a fucking arcade

So fly, I float like a fucking parade

You can’t son me, I be in the shade

Like, my name is Reign , so who you think you playin?

And straight niggas gaze at this maze of amazing

Lingo, language, you fucking with the greatest

And that won’t change, I’ll be laying in the grave with

My heart on my sleeve and my mind on the payment

And these people asking where Reign went

Yet my momma asking where Alex James went

People say “ain't nothing changed but the name”

But I’ve always been Reigning like a fucking hurricane

(Chorus)