Datway - Intellectual

[Hook: Mugen Styles]

I could smack yo face down

Into the fucking ground

But...

I don’t wanna do you dat way

I could run a bag up

Fuck up these motherfuckers day

But

I don’t wanna do it dat way

[Verse 1: Mugen Styles]

You can keep all of the clout and the fame

I don’t play games

I’m changing faces of fake ones to rakes

And scraping up leaves with they teeth

This is the fall of all who claim to ball

We saw you dawg

You missing the layups and all

You can’t even stay up past 12

You probably fuck with the 12

We done been raised in hell

I trust my scale to sell

I gotta pay the bills

I need my focus on what I can build

Feel like I made the bail

Way that these bars

Been moving themselves

Strength like a gator tail

Baby I cater well

Hercules, lil 90s baby

I saved the bell (belle)

[Verse 2: Ric Da Vinci]

I could jump right in or just peel it back

I could levitate when you hold me down these bars been jetpacks

I could stop working form setbacks

Now I go back to my set with jetlag

I could stop anytime i want but I won’t

I could listen to advice to grow up, adult

I could tell ‘em any moment I'mma blow

But i know they only gonna blow it like a Nintendo 64 control

And I’mma lose control

I’mma lose my soul

I’mma lose a sole and miss a step

I’mma loosen up and lose yourself that been my only Marshall law

Compared to my ten your an ate

No need to get pissed on

Verbal ammo in this pistol

I'm pissed off

My pain in the stitch

Connect the cut, like Bristol

I could slow down but I got the momentum

In your direction like a missile

Yeah, I won’t miss ya

[Verse 3: J-R3d]

I could really kill a nigga

I'll pull the trigga'

Shots like I'm liquor pop at your liver

Drop your dead body off inna river

Flow is snow cold I Ef up you cinnas

I'm a real king

I ain't talkin' bout Simba

Y'all be lyin' and shitty like litta

I leave a big scar cut out your whole litta

Best in the MC

That is not Loki

Hella'vo threat to the miek

Kill the birdy (meep meep)

Started wit a vision then I chef'd in the pot

I shocked wit precision had their head on a bob

I maw i pierce my sting like a wasp

When I get furious I don't ever nick

I buck at your cap and blow off your brim

Y'all better duck cuz silvers comin' quick