B. WORLD - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Sun beaming on my blue face

I ain’t got a clue

But I’m trying not to lose faith

I ain’t sleepin’, I ain’t eatin’

Smokin’ on that blue haze

Long damn time

Since my motherfuckin’ mind

Been straight

Cuz it’s all trickanomics, man, uh

Gotta find time, to define time

Dante with it, seven levels of Hell

I can’t find the steps, So I roll eighth up as well

You and me are not one in the same

You a simpleton and they only call me the Sage

Erratic movements, can’t study the strange

Givin’ nothing, take it all, it ain’t equivalent exchange, man

Take precautions when you run up that check

If my mama saw me late at night, she’d call me a wreck

But that’s ok, cuz she know I flow correct

And at least my green make me feel a little bit inept, cuz

I take a hit, then I pass it

If I see an opportunity

I’mma grasp it

Uh, uh

Cuz I been down down

Deep in the slums

I need a crown

No speaking in tongues

Some say I’m terrible at keepin’ at touch

No more love, you ain’t receivin’ as much

Mama crying, son been bleedin’ a bunch

Always stay sedated, with the help of my dutch, man

Since then I’ve been down, beautiful world