Holup (feat. Roxch) - Intellectual

[Verse 1: SMITH.b]

If an unknown hits my flip phone then I gotta make em scram

Throw em off the scent and answer [Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam]

And when I kick it baby you can see the imprint

My paragraphs never ending, miss me with that indent

M's get ctrl C’d and V’d

CC me your CV to see my CD

And if you're worthy you may get a copy

I make WMDs from WAVs

MP3s or FLACs

With ease I'll obliterate Doo Doo MCs

They salty, full of MSG just cause I'm the MVP

Keeping it blunt like Emily, kicking it got a penalty

It's a me, get to stomping down

Jittery kid can't hold me now

Holding the keys I'll lock you out

Rolling the leaves and light the loud

You can't keep me in a box, that's MGS

Cause I'm stealthy to see my steez need EMF

And when life gets to handing out the heavy stress

I pen a verse to send any beat straight to EMS

I got what you need like CVS

See me with the heat get a big bang like CBS

[Hook: Roxch]

Pull up to the scene like "Bitch I'm winnin!"

All black coup, no top, stealin it

All black guts, black window tinted

And them black laced chucks, whip match my fitted

[Verse 2: SMITH.b]

The nimble whisper snapper, swinging broken wiffle bats at

Windows of the bastards with flags of the Confederate

Etiquette taught relentless is slipping over the dome again

Chromasomes stay wired, no change in the extended hand

Stick his nose in the piss and turn around to go again

Villainous but clumsy like it's all part of my master plan

Don't overplay your hand, got a 9 taped to the ceiling fan

Circle strafing like I'm serious sam

Clack blam, left mouse click to the dome piece

And the F key leaves heads resembling raw meat

Perfection, my weaponry is exemplary

Pull up in a Lexus candy paint look like confectionery

Work the beat like AP, Steady biting off AB

Change the suffix of the year from AD to After Me

Im cold like AC, sometimes shocking like DC

Daily blowing trees and the grades still reading A's and B's

45 APC, that's me on the APB

Speeding down route 60 in the M3

Color spaghetti, shit can get messy

I ain't a killer but don't test me

[Hook: Roxch]

Pull up to the scene like "Bitch I'm winnin!"

All black coup, no top, stealin it

All black guts, black window tinted

And them black laced chucks, whip match my fitted

Unh, I'm in that all black filling

I'm in that all black filling

Chillin' in the club, starin' at a black ceiling

[Outro: Roxch]

Unh, I'm in that all black filling

I'm in that all black filling

Chillin' in the club, starin' at a black ceiling