Strangers - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Where did everyone go? I was in my room and after that, I heard a gun go (Bang!)

Cause there's a stranger at my front door, (Bang, bang!) a stranger at my front door...

But I'm a man, what would I run for? Reach under my pillow, say a prayer, and let my gun go (Bang!)

Cause there's a stranger at my front door, (Bang, bang!) a stranger at my front door...

Don't talk to strangers, it's dangerous. Especially if his name is Soso Cool. And take this thing as a shameless plug to get me famous; a promo tool

Or a crash course on where the game is, all of its changes and how local rules

Or how we do not see that shit on stages, our fascinations is with these global fools

No disrespect to the greatest. Sure, they're the favourites but, see, they don't know... you

I'm just inspecting the latest to make some sense of this before it all falls through

I was flipping right through the pages and came across something I like to call 'flow-flu.' (*sneeze*)

Cause this shit is fucking contagious ad I'm gonna spray this until we all know the truth

Don't talk strangers, it's dangerous. Even if his name is Soso Cool

We're all the same, just the brain is the 'dai-frence,' in which case I'm so old school

But, the funny thing about change is, though it amazes me, it is oh-so cruel...

If you don't understand the dangers of holding on when you should just let go so you'll be free

As canaries out of cages. Or barrels out of gauges at your photo-shoot

Sprayed everyone except the babies. Your lady, and now her name is Soso Cute

S'what you get for thinking I'm gracious, I'm glaciers to niggas who are 'soso' cool

Written through the ages by sages, but all the pages are in my over-flowing pool... Cool

Don't talk to strangers, it's dangerous. Not unless his name is Soso Cool

He'll come with razors, and lasers, cricket bats and tazers, and 'slow-mo fuel.' Motherfucker!

So I can light up all your places, leave them in blazes. Now call the popo, fool

Or you can call the Power Rangers, I knock every one of them out with rose-gold stools

So you think you know what deranged is? You think you know, you think you fucking know don't you?!

They always try to rearrange us. If not, they'll say some shit just cause your logo blue

I've been going through different phases and, if it graces you, then you won't know who

Is responsible for the strangers who rock up at your house and say "Where's Soso Cool?" Then you say...