Mikey Echo - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I've had a cord twisted ’round my neck

From the moment of birth, it still catches my breath

Like when you say there's fifty K's left

Like you’d read my mind, knew the questions there

Knew my mind

Then the juice worked out his mouth down his chin

A vibrant line heading south on a map where he'd pinned

His favourite spots, just kicking up dust

Where we'd go down and feed the sharks

He sings and talks in code

What he means, only some know

He says, "Life's been tough for little old Mikey Echo"

He said, "Take my millions and go

And leave my remains on show

In your museum of old Mikey Echo"