Filter My Blood - Intellectual

[INTRO]

[Verse 1: Man E Faces]

Just give me a reason to come with a killing

Decapitate demons in under a minute

Make something from nothing, You better get running

I'm hunting the villain with feelings

Of peeling your face back, you hate that

My skill is a number you can't add

I'm so glad, I'm spitting this venom won't hold back

I give a cold that, no remedy curing it fast acts

I break backs, and infinite flow when I stack tracks

Then I hit that, and sip 'yac

My head in the cloud when I rip fat

Spit it so fast, I'm giving you reason to fall back

Better trust that, I war in the ruins it's all bad

A soldier with numbers at full mass

Giving you hits that, bringing you whiplash

Feeling Ima hit that, intense rap I scrap with whack rappers

Slay master, juke faster, up with the feeling the voke blaster

Body and numbers I stack faster, holy with meaning the rap pastor

Music rapture, happen to be the best

At everything that I'm fulfilling I'm in it diminishing

Pouring the remedy it's an anomaly money monopoly

Bringing the prophecy living the happening

Happily dropping 'em off at the wannabe rappers

Anonymous club for them bitches and haters

I roll with players that's vicious as slayer

Be bumping that classical music when they done a killin'

To filter the blood that's rising up don't give a..

That's my, mentality having me grabbing the mic no apology

All of me having the hate to make you want to break down...

And realize I'm great....

[Hook]

Face me now you face your fate...

Face me now, face me now

[Verse 2: Man E Faces]

I'm always staying on point yeah, everything I do man

Ain't no real effort, natural with my kill fam

Roll another joint, because I'm feeling pretty grounded

I'd rather be yosted on a cloud where my sound hit

Hands tend to point, yelling here comes our hero

I ain't no number two, we the one, you a zero

I'm always on point saying clutch on my game

Headshot, mental bullet I don't even have to aim

Can't stop with this bot

Got skill when I rock when the women all want what I got

Cuz I'm hot on spot, what I'm feeling might drop

When your brain get popped, clean it up with a mop

When I'm up on top only room for one spot

Killbots rock slots so hyphy we down

We the movement to the sound, you the lost we the found

Can I buy a noun? Because my verb on point

And I'm always on strike, what I write might light

Like stars in the night, get me swinging finna fight

On a mic click like so tight Ima knight

And what it do, who are you, I'm seeing two

Go and tell Juke that I'm on that flu

After finished spitting fill your draws with poo

Only the best flow with my crew

Crying ass hater you boo hoo, excuse me

I'm the pimp with a fire amuse me

Matter fact I prefer you use me

Ain't nothing more to it you a groupie

I knew we'd get it poppin' I'm a true G believe me

Last thing you want to do is face me, I'm crazy

[Hook]

Face me now you face your fate...

Face me now, face me now