Sistine Chapel - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Hey)

(Big fat smile on my face, nigga)

Yeah

Yeah yeah nigga

(Check)

I dream lucid and paint vivid

Eagle paint pictures, beat selection like the Sistine Chapel

Nobody look up no more (Yeah)

I been up since four, I'm sleepwalking

Try to get some rest but I can't, my dreams calling, uh

They bones cracking, uh, I hate rappers

Only time we 'em anyway is when we overlap 'em (Yeah)

I outsell 'em thеn I out-rap 'em

Been around the world two times back, thеy moving backwards (Yeah)

We don't see none, like they [?]

Mama told me I'm a King

Watch out for the hyenas, and nonbelievers, and false prophets

Less friends means more bands then more profits

Two many rappers and not enough coffins for all these verses that I keep dropping, nigga

Come from the city where they don't recognise greatness

The city of gold but let the white man take it

Then sell it back to me for twice as much, I can't take it

If I spit that shit it's already gold, you already know

We just waiting on the plaques for the crib and studio

If I spit that shit I spit it like the last verse

'Cause you don't know when it's time to answer the question you've been asking yourself about what matters, I'm gone