STONE THROWER - Intellectual

[Verse 1: T Clipse]

God bless the empath

Building up my future I ain't worried bout a friends past (Forreal)

Trynna be the 1 and I'm running like I'm dead last

Trynna be the one like the ranger with the red mask

I be in the Den, in my zen with my pen pad

Plottin' on a bag, water in the tin flask

Gotta make it last claim they solid but they been cracked

Say they rock hard under pressure but they thin glass

So address me as the stone thrower

Got the hot hand I ain't worried 'bout a cold shouldеr (Never)

Elevatеd like a pole vaulter

From the city wit dark nights but I'm no Joker (Nah)

And God bless the businessman

Working 9 to 5, 5 to 9 for the business plan

I respect yo hustle so accept I got a different plan

Remember skipping states blowing strong in the minivan

Really did that too

I was like

MA to NY to NM to CO to

Overseas too like

Came from caves laced with cappers and criminals

Made it to the jungle my power being original

Niggas never ask me Sani why it's always jokes?

Only time you serious writin' rapture in these notes

Or spittin' scripture to these niggas who been too prideful to hear me

They know I speak the truth I advise you do not get near me

Not a nigga you can fuck with, a stones throw from yo home

I promise I am not the one you stone cold like Frozone

Territory wars, been trynna win the battle y'all just trynna up the score

It's crazy what a man'll do for a bitch or a whore

The sun gon' save the Earth but it's been rotten to the core

Thats for sure, uh

Ain't a thing that the sunlight couldn't cure

Grew some confidence then grew some more

At this point the sky is where I soar

And nothing really scare me anymore

Any inconvenience is a fuckin' chore yeah