Powers That Be - Intellectual

[Intro: Chris Rock]

"The Lord as my witness

Lord as my witness, there's not!

There's not a better MC than Rick motherfuckin' Ross

Lord as my witness

And when a nigga says "Lord as my witness", a nigga tellin' the truth

You don't lie after you say Lord as my witness

Did you ever hear OJ say "Lord as my witness?"

No, he ain't go that far, said "I didn't do it"

He hired Johnnie Cochran but he ain't never say 'Lord as my witness.'"

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

Uh, yeah

(Maybach Music)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Went to war, beaker scores, they continue to fall

Corner stores, wait up, hold all these wonderful laws

So much violence in the streets, ask the powers that be

Kiss my daughter on the cheek and I'm strapped as we speak

Dirty money get bloody, you still see the gun wounds

But what's funny are the ones that we put the guns to

Fuck 'em all, kill or be killed, it's still a thug rule

Back of class, high on grass, 'til I said, "Fuck school!"

What's meant to be is meant to be, I rather you than me

Die with pride, forty shells on the murder scene

Rolls Royce, leather stitchin' in the steerin' wheel

Ninth album, Ice Cube, nigga, kill at will

Had to balance, Double M is the imperial

Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope

Fuckin' centerfolds like I still be dealin' dope

Probably would if you're talkin' like fifty or more

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

Uh, yeah

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

So creative, co-creator, family the motivator

Project buildings, lot of feelin', karma my codefendant

Pot to piss in, not a ribbon, never forgot a Christmas

Father figure not around, that's such a major difference

I would play with all my homies' gifts

I understood I didn't wanna trip

The lack of didn't tap my confidence

Matter fact that's how I mastered a couple things

Went from not havin', to sheer opulence

Maybach with the drapes like an apartment in it

Whole hood know it, only one that's white on white

Name ringin' like DJ Clue on a Friday night

Just got some real estate out in Dubai

Nation of Islam, they say I might have a few ties

Talkin' tall brothers with the dark shades

Shed light, bringin' niggas out the dark age

Sittin' in the court with a sharp fade

Havin' sentimental thoughts 'bout this Caucasian

Six million in the hole, still feelin' short-changed

Reprimanded by someone who's snortin' cocaine

Fred Hampton was an angel, may his name ring

Crackers wanna kill me for the same thing

Ain't no financial aid out in Notre Dame

Activist sippin' Actavis, time to pour away

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

Uh, yeah

[Verse 3: Nas]

You know how it is, new levels, new devils

The cheddar breed jealousy at hella speed but it's whatever

Mercedes driver, 85'er, enlightener, collapsable sun visor

The half moon identifies, the son of God, son of man

Son of Sam, young with the blam

Stick or get stuck, get killed to get buck, a blessin' of luck

I love all, test me, trust not

Above all but young niggas address me as such

Like Hannibal Barca, runnin' through Carthage

Panama watches, conquer the nonsense, conquerin' lion

Amun-Ra sun god combined in one, most prolific

You off point like the coke addicted lawyer, Klienfeldt's gun

Tell the waiter bring over that Moscow Mule

Tell them haters get over it, Nas still rules

To money makers and niggas who murk you out

And beat the death penalty on reversal trial, niggas versatile

[Outro: Vocalist & Rick Ross]

Some things your eyes won't see (Uh, yeah)

But when it's out of your control (Uh, yeah)

Then it's the powers that be, be (Uh, yeah)

He he he he he, la la la la la la (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah)

He he he he he, la la la la la la (Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Some things your eyes can't see

But when it's out of your control

Then it's the powers that be, be

He he he he he, la la la la la la