In the Nine - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I know my name you do fear

Cause when I attempt to body, my conscience is clear

My name, you'll never hear

They only know it's me due to the violence the report did declare

The medical report did declare

He was lucky to survive with the wounds that got prepared

For surgery, it is rare

That he didn't die on the spot; he must have said the prayer

God must have loved this breh

Cause the way he got touched was straight slaughter

I'm telling you, straight slaughter

The ting went through his heart when he was trying to tear

Don't even bother try and tear

I'm a ex-baller; man will just drop dead

If you hear I'm close by

Take some advice and disappear

I'm in the nine

The ting is in my rhymes

So don't slip and slide

Ask me where I'm from, man with klout already know

I'm from Edmonton; Bounces Road

I used to rep my postcode

Question me now, I still rep that postcode

Cause that's where me and my mates done grow

That's where me and my mates got lines for that chro

I'm just doing it for my back seat

So I don't receive hassle from the po-po

You can't question or look down to me

Cause on a high standard, I make dough

That's why I laugh at you peasants

Cause you're brain-dead; that's why your stack's so low

Why's your stack so low?

Cause you haven't moved up from shotting tens of that chro

Unless it's money you have stolen

You pockets are like a permanent hole