Game Over - Intellectual

[Produced by Breezy Productions]

That's it, man. Game over, man. Game over! What the fuck are we gonna do now? What are we gonna do?

I am the pinnacle of everything you see as chaos

I make the world fall to its knees with my AR

When I look at you, I know you can't be on my radar

Nothing is going in between me and my Laser

The cross breed between Pol Pot and Castro

The Holy Apostle crossed with the unholiest of crossbows

The biggest asshole, I’ll cut you and scrape open an open wrist

Most awkward and antisocial, I’m not too into social shit

I spark flames with even the coldest flint

That it’ll burn into you like a can of ether, right into the soul of it

I don’t want no distraction cause I got sniping to do

Not my fault that I’m nicer than you when writing the tunes

Worldwide riots, grab the ice and the loot

It’s just a pandemic, Muslims and Christians fighting the Jews

It doesn't matter how many times you pray to Jehovah

Cause when I roll up on your block, it's Game Over

I'm immortal, my name immortalized

I'll take your organs and leave niggas unorganized

Might take your whore and leave that bitch horrified

If your mind and soul get wrecked, better recognize

My nigga just died so you niggas have no excuses

You solely fooled on some fake gangsta shit, you know you losing

Impostors improving, I can't see who's mob, it's confusing

But you find out cause they the ones calling the cops when you shooting

Rest in peace Faneto, I find your killer then nothing matters

I'll be in a cell with Rambo, and I know someone will splatter

Turn a nigga to a ghost, Bill Murray, I'm hunting Casper

How dare you kill my nigga, you fucking bastard?

I am the scorpion, my chain on sub-zero

You either die a villain or live long enough to become a hero

I'm outta here grinning, still whipping pounds up the quickest

Doubt I'm addicted, you answer it, this album is finished

(Finished x20)