Clientele - Intellectual

**The lines in () are a sample from Nas**

[Intro]

(The mic is contacted, I attract clientele)

What's up, my niggas?

(The mic is contacted, I attract clientele)

How y'all feelin'?

(The mic is contacted, I attract clientele)

Check it out

(The mic is contacted, I attract clientele)

[Verse 1]

Niggas need ta quit it actin' like they betta

Before I wear 'em out like a fitta wit' a matchin' sweater

Plus, I'm wantin' shoes, I'm runnin' through cools wit' cheddar

Makin' 'em crack like leatha unda tha rainy weather

Y'all best ta get it together before you step into Dirty's domain

This cold game got you switchin' identities and codenames

I went from enough ta mo' game, growin' like Rogaine

Keepin' my face posted up in dope frames

I throw flames then I tame 'em like a fireman

And put a grip on this industry like supplies can

Y'all don't understand I'm a wiser man wit' a hot hand

That'll drop and permanently put you on a Kaizer plan

Stretch you out in a stretcher for thinkin' why me

I'm thinkin' why these, why me, didn't know where tha poison is like IV

It's drive ta handle hands like Allan Ivry

Hand in tha B-ball's, even though tha odds be ivory

I'm lethal, I put holes in all types of people

From Asian ta Caucasian, I'm dazin' 'em wit' no sequel

No one is equal ta tha 3, that's a pity

Just stay on your mattress packs and watch us on Rap City

[Hook]

Ice man spit gold, bullets, and diamond shells

(The mic is contacted, I attract clentele)

Contagious tha MC, ill it in sickle-cell

(The mic is contacted, I attract clentele)

Pronoun'll lock it down so MC's can't post bail

(The mic is contacted, I attract clentele)

Dirty pop rounds and stomp grounds where lions dwell

(The mic is contacted, I attract clentele)

[Verse 2]

What?

I'm an assassin, blastin', brothas talkin' out they ass

And flashin' a .45 Colt to yo' throat, leave in yo' casket

Rockin' mo' ice, Aspen, diamonds tha size of Aspirins

Walk wit' a Dirty limp, I talk wit' tha Dirty accent

Way my rhymes a touch ya like sexual harassment

50 percent violation and 50 percent on cashmen

Faster than NASCAR, pull like a tow guard

I flow hard, chargin by tha minute like a phone card

Disquinshed gentlemen, sweatin brothas like penaltints

Smokin middle tin, blackin mouths, clockin benjamins

Rockin' Timbalands, lockin' down tha dirty premises

Cake time is unlimited, from championships ta scrimmages

So fly, we defy tha laws of gravity

Anatomy of a king so u can crown me like cavity

Nigga, that's Pronoun, Dirty Unit historical

I answer to nobody, keep questions rhetorical

Wit' mo' action, whippin' ass like Joe Jackson

If you see it contain jus, remain tha future attraction

Main event offense, you can't contain tha prevent

Concrete for a line of defense that's hard as cement

[Hook]

Ice man spit gold, bullets, and diamond shells

(The mic is contacted, I attract clentele)

Contagious tha MC, ill it in sickle-cell

(The mic is contacted, I attract clentele)

Pronoun'll lock it down so MC's can't post bail

(The mic is contacted, I attract clentele)

Dirty pop rounds and stomp grounds where lions dwell

(The mic is contacted, I attract clentele)

[Verse 3]

I rip tha mic wit' tha force of a black hole on a intergalactic plateau

Tha rhymin' weapon, spittin' faster than bullet shadows

I smack clones, divorcin' my thoughts wit' cracked bones

And when I rhyme I give more lines than tapped phones

Damage ya beach, burnin' tracks wit' flammable speech

Tha rappin' tangible beast with animal teeth

Battlin' me is like goin' to Hell askin' for heat

'Cause I'm rougha than leatha and tougha than African feet

Walkin these scandalous streets like an evangelist priest

Keepin' it heated like Cool J and Canibus beef

I rip your vocal cords, put a body in every morgue

Wit' heavy metaphors hittin' harda than every George

I hurt you perpetrators wit' fire ta burn you hatas

I'm bigga than Pun, wit' more guns than a terminator

Tha astronaut, spittin' more watts than a Magnuvox

Wit' more data in my memory bank than a Macintosh

I'm so ill I could take a bath in hot lava

And not even botha ta break a sweat, you facin' death

Goin' against Dirty Unit, Sway and Tech, tha world famous

Collaboration break your necks

[Hook]

Ice man spit gold, bullets, and diamond shells

(The mic is contacted, I attract clentele)

Contagous tha MC, ill it in sickle-cell

(The mic is contacted, I attract clentele)

Pronoun'll lock it down so MC's can't post bail

(The mic is contacted, I attract clentele)

Dirty pop rounds and stomp grounds where lions dwell

(The mic is contacted, I attract clentele)