Second 2 None - Intellectual

[Verse 1: 44RON]

You feel the shockwave travel through your bones

When we drop, they blockade the spot with Fluoro cones

Fillin' up our tank with lyrical octane, infuse a flow

Y'all are illiterate Mark Twain's, thinkin' you got game, amusing joke

Like a fire at a debate, burnin' through your speakers

And the more you speak, the more you're ignitin' the flame

So everybody quiet down, listen to what I have to say

We Second 2 None, bitch, get the fuck out our way

Combination of Sydney and Cali, lyrical silicon valley

Cerebral's sick, need a vaccine, the simple shit you ain't catching

Fill a few clips as I'm rapping, medical people dispatching

Windows are cracking and buildings collapsing

I never thought I'd get this far

Still got way to go, so when the ascent seems hard

I'm just like a faulty credit card, I get recharged

Man, I been through a lot, so respect these scars

This is only the beginning of a motherfuckin' rampage

We takin' the spot light while y'all are sittin' backstage

Evil like loading salt onto the inside a Band-Aid

We shuttin' y'all up, y'all the lightbulb, we the lampshade

S2N, the diagnosis is symbiosis, my mind is focused

It's time to show 'em that I won't slow until I am noticed

Or get the respect in which I am owed, it's a final moment

I know where I am going, I'm going to the top!

[Chorus: CusaX & 44RON]

Definition of a spitter, key up in the ignition

Quit bitchin', we back in business

Here, give you a second to run

Stop, drop it and done, call us Second 2 None

And you can

Hate or love it, it ain't up for discussion

We makin' you fuckers shut it

You start to shake and you stutter

You better start takin' cover

And, nah, we ain't just another hip-hop duo

What's our motherfuckin' name? Second 2 None

[Verse 2: CusaX]

Pick up where I left off, still ain't fuckin' with trust

Sick of hearin' your call, kill 'em up in the dust

Throw an X on top, 'cause I mark the spot

So perplexed you got, was my success a flop?

Well, I'm back now, still a fact, how?

Millions fillin', makin' me feel like I'm tapped out

Illest villain, I'm wakin' up from the ash cloud

Still in killin' you, back down, you trash clowns

Start of my ascent, a market full of dire dread

A carcass, I'll retire dead, my mark is to be fire 'stead

Of sparkin', tryna Iron Man, walkin' through the highest land

Barkin' at the giant vets, end up in a dyin' mess

Nah, none of that shit, Cusa gonna commit

Buildin' up my followers taller, so makin' a hit

Is imperative, still plummet, it's so scary

Like I'm hummin', fillin' air, call it a career Hari-Kari, is it

Somethin' killin' carin' artists? Fuckin' spillin' all this

Nothin' is evolvin', suckin' business off and listen to the pop

I'm sick of all the charting motherfuckers making us all

Start up another genre, departing, you're a goner

Doin' hip-hop an honor, take it back to the spawn of

Rakim, 2Pac and Big Poppa, stockin' up on a dawn of what

Made the grandfathers start up on this new form of an art

And skip on givin' a fuck about offending a cuck

'Fore I stop in my tracks, chorus, not for a sec

You're a witness to this whole endorsement of S2N

You're not skippin' a minute of shit until our descent

Which'll never happen, keep on rappin' 'til I give in

This is several tracks in order to sever your actions

Or the endeavor of blastin' more of your speakers to ashes

Call us weak, pourin' the acid on critiques, scorin' us last in

Whole of the masses, slow in the brain 'cause your full of molasses

[Bridge: CusaX, 44RON & Both]

We do what you can't

See who can do what we can

We rule the new, the wasteland

S2N, we don't shake hands

The incredible with a pencil

Our inner momentum is recommendable

Spinin 'em a new record

We skinnin' another heckler

Who listens to Drake and Tecca

Who spittin' like every other bitch

In the fuckin' culture so fuck the

Glory