Traces - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

George Soopacrzy, I'm Soopa, no Lois Lane

I stay in my lane, "The Intellectual", that's self proclaimed

My mind was Calamity Jane, but physically calling me Django

A slave who's pointing these guns, but they wanna run, it takes two to tango

I knock some sense up in their heads to make em change

To getting these dollars bills of Benjamin's, now tell me who's making it rain yeah

I'm full of myself, I mean I'm really feeling myself

I mean I'm just a teen, by any means, infatuated with wealth

I want the fashion, the high end, or king, just calling me Highness

King George, im bringing the force, better back up man or get the Heisman

Poser, get closer, red or blue pill, nigga I'm Neo

Don't play tricks in my matrix, cause i might go serial

And kill all these brothas lyrics bro, doing that really ain't harming me

And I don't rap fast, but I rap fast, and I'm still bone thug with this harmony

Harmonize, open ya eyes and notice me, or die quick

Or die slow, a good way, you die hard on a good day, and all I gotta say is touché

We running, we running, we running, we running

Chasing an endless dream, hoping we catch it to become something

Making no assumptions, cause this music's never promised

But I promise, I'mma keep going on, man I'm never stopping

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The only thing I have to fear, is fear itself

I'm being myself, by bringing this knowledge, and tryna subsume it into your health

You better come welcome it, embrace it, if the shoe fits, then lace it

Runaway when you lace it, and race to the finish, finish til you make it

See, this far from basic, I'mma keep going til I reach home base man

Young star in the making, I made my mind read these animations

That gave me the blueprint, the green light, just to go far

It's golden, so I'mma go hard, while these other dudes, they go soft

Young dude, nineteen, black and wild? Most likely

But I'm nonchalant, I'm no "Einsteen"

And these dudes are squares, I'm an emcee

And they envy, anybody with a mic, call my nigga Mike, Tell him kill em on a track please

And no athletes, and they mad cause my flow be running fast like a track meet

We got these dudes racing for their fate

We Nicholas Cage em, cage em in and remove their face

Too quick for the track, that DNA can't even trace

You wanna attack? I battle rap and spit this mace