Bolt - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

'98 I was giving 'em Gang Related and killing 'em, man I gave it petroleum

I'm the great, I'm the flippin' one, can't debate it, I'm realest, I'm plannin' statin' their sodium[?]

I take off and get No See Umz, indescribable feeling when you never gonna let go

Feed 'em, lead 'em without a podium, but they call you the Holy one

Making you "Mental Giant", but the hater's shoulders' Napoleon

Running like B-O-L-T, I tried it back in the day and the people felt me

Now every time a feature come the knees to melt T

But the fees are wealthy, try'na seize the belt he-he

Standing high as Hotel Peachtree

Tecca N9na supernatural like a ti-ki

Steady waiting for another MC to teach me

Never happen when they study my kinda species

They wanna go bro handle those

Play with a goat, your antidote is land a can of broke, so Hannibal

Don't provoke no animal, you fan or foe?

I'm killing you and your flow, no land for botanicals

Never stammer though, cherry'd up like it's Santa Claus

If you really don't understand the flow, (Buck ya!)

I'ma give you Conoco, I'ma given you Amoco

If you didn't know Tecca N9na is hella flammable

[Verse 2: Taebo tha Truth]

And I finally got my shot off in the big league

Time for me to eat 'em and turn the beat into minced meat

Nascar, I'm a fast car to your ten-speed

Launch 'em, I'ma bout to wash 'em, give 'em a rinse please

Going against me you'll need like ten teams

I'm making the rim lean, my style is ripped jeans

Listen, I'ma give 'em bars that's sweeter than 16's

The head starving, charge 'em, large as a big-screen

We going against all your dogs, ain't this breed

They mad when I hit the gas, can't pass my slipstream

In my bag and I'm on my way to grab my six rings

Ain't no lying, one of them guys that fly with no wings

I'm five below freeze, court-side, you nosebleeds

And I go high speed, the line what I lead

These rhymes are crime scenes, I find the right themes

Yeah big three in Miami, the Heat is what I bring

Breathe, nah, I ain't even catching my breath

Yeah, sidestep, hit 'em with a right then left

Ain't no biceps when I tell 'em I big flex

This is high-def but I bet they don't see me sweat

I had a 50-50 season and got a call for a Tech

"I know you ain't got no chain 'Bo, go get on they neck"

This one about respect and I intend to make a mess

I said it all with my chest, now tell me who to address, 'cause

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

I sling out

That's right, if not for cracked pipes

The gat to rap tight, I'm frightening foe

That stripe you like to back bite

Don't got your facts right, said my team jolts

That's hype, you might get that fight

Ignite the fast life, your nice dreams gone

Swiping ho, I sing notes

Striking like a lightning bolt

[Verse 3: High Deafinician]

H-I-G-H, I ain't messing with you, get the hell out my face

Painting the picture, the definition is insane

Don't see it, just get the paper brother, write out my name

D-E-A-F

You can't hear me even if you wanna lean in and press-

Your being to speakers, increase the dB's the best

Fed it to me, now the big leave the quest

Inevitably see the checks and veterans see me invest (UK)

Pick 'em up and put 'em down, tunnel vision

Like a sprinter quickened up and get around, duck a quitter

Gotta miss 'em, leave 'em tripping, see 'em frown

Finicky foolish fucks, they never see me flounder

Hit the switches like Usain with insane strides

Twisting like an EF5, stay in your lane [?] underground

You play it safe, we throwing trains guys

Circle 'em, ain't nothing we say go in a straight line

So now your up in the air

The Yellow Brick Road to stroll, tough atmosphere

The lyrics be froze, we throw luck outta here

We hit 'em with bolts, the goat's scruff can appear

And if he shows he probably didn't come alone

Bet you anything Coolie is probably watching from the drone

Iso and X, we know he rapping through the phone

So before you get to clapping, we be standing on your throne (Go)

[Verse 4: Seuss Mace]

Can't nobody really ever get an upper hand of me, I be comin' in on 'em and sendin' more bombin' to rappers who focus on vanity

Calamity for your collective, I'm at the defective

I'm the dopest, that ain't subjective

I'm twisted like my hater's digestive

Track wanna get on the Tech with track, track with Tech, un-

Scrunch your face, you don't gotta act that perplexed

I've been dope since that mess planet Earth got me into

Now everybody wanna get me on a song, dropping like Tenchu

Wanna get out the ghetto, I'ma still rap like rent's due

Pull strings like cellos and Geppetto might avenge you

Gotta connect the dots to fill a lock box 'fore I rock

'Cause lately the symphony of oppression fills what I jot

In the ghetto, tummy full of jello, still hungry

People disappoint you, leave you hanging like a bungee

Unsanitary circumstances, need a hazmat

Walking through my city, I been at it since a onesie

Top city, everybody wanna rock with me

Lord have mercy, all my victims are purposely

Convict 'em, how can I sleep if not, homie that's all I got

I wake up in the ghetto and get on my laptop

Give every piece of my soul, right down to the last thought

Never forgetting one scene of the battle I have fought

Blood trails follow me as I trek the blacktop

Telling the journey of the most wealthy have-nots