Eardrum - Intellectual

Scratch Hook:  While I kick facts, react on funky tracks 

This here is something stupid for the eardrums 

This is rap, for real  Wanna hear something slick, son? then here it comes

You know this my type of vibe. That Supa shit! Croup! Let’s rock…

Verse one:

It seems like my essence is fluorescent, my messages shine in the dark

And my perspective, professors define this as art

No weapons or records 'bout how my nine and my semi spark

No techs in my dresser, just lectures from John Henry Clarke

To keep my mental sharp for serpents that I cross

Quick to push a weak disc jockey right off his high horse

I’m spilling my feelings, real, it’s nothing acrylic

There ain’t a liquor facility that can bottle up my thoughts

Get 5 stars for my stage presence

It’s on caliber with the great legends, swinging the Excalibur to slay peasants

Murder any track from Metallica to break records

Hang all my challengers by their fake necklace

You write crime novels, I speak life and recite verses that mind boggle

Listeners respond “Bravo!”

Brothers and sisters all over the world love to listen

You barely noticed by the people in your subdivision

Scratch Hook:  While I kick facts, react on funky tracks This here is something stupid for the eardrums This is rap, for real Wanna hear something slick, son? then here it comes

Verse two:

I’m a savage or beast when attacking the average beat

Like Louis jazz scatting, my patterns are rather unique

This for the urban avenues and the streets, niggas with attitudes

This music ain’t compatible for Malibu Beach

I’m Derrick Rose, your generic flows are more like Gerald Henderson

I’m solo so it’s me against the fucking world scrimmaging

No censoring, my supporters respect thorough penmanship

You venturing into singing, hoping that girls are into it

You weak dudes easy to see through as cheap jewels

A bunch of punching in vocals, heavy edits, and EQ’s

I mistreat fools who try to sell me a beat used

I kick your face in ‘til my feet’s like Iron Sheik shoes

I refuse to be cool and cordial with posers

These corporate vultures would pimp their daughters for exposure

I’m willing to sacrifice a million to have my rights

My audio recordings haunt ‘em, leave ‘em sort of shook

Lyrically, I’m the iron chef, the rest are short order cooks

This is gourmet seasoned fricassee sautéed

I’m the reason why your time at the top was a short stay

The rawest dude in the place, who can debate?

You Nightcrawler niggas talk until your blue in the face

I’m one of North Carolina’s indisputable greats

Worldwide reputed, making my best music to date

You damn straight

Scratch Hook:  While I kick facts, react on funky tracks . This here is something stupid for the eardrums.  This is rap, for real Wanna hear something slick, son? then here it comes