Slack Jaw - Intellectual

I'm restless, so I rest less

Blowin' all my thoughts against the bedspread

Wander to the next trench

Hold up my struggles like a bench press

Dead set on settin' the records for most wrecked reps

(And I'm) Puttin' my heart on my sleeve

And this artery bleeds hard upon my arm when I breathe in deep

And I been reachin' for a part in this scheme we call life

So of all mics, it's cathartic with peace

What's rap to you is really art to me

So I part the seas, startling starfish with the bars I speak

Been thе sarge since my sonogram

On it like fuеgo to sonic grams

Then I'm off with lethargic dreams

Stay shining 'cause the armor on

Come on and get your karma wrong, doggy

You really think you're harmin' me?

Stay grindin' like I skate street

Fillet 'em with some flanked meat

Prepare it over dank beats and bake greens

Toad infectious like he gangrene

And I ain't talkin' Cartoon Network when I tell you that my gang's green

Plain to see your boy's a made man, hail the chief

And praise be to the T-O-A-D

To T-O-A-D-S-T-double-O-L

Hip hop's dead, but you can't stomach the smell

I eat a rapper, just a nub on the belt

Too full, can't even fasten any nub on his belt, uh

To T-O-A-D-S-T-double-O-L

Hip hop's dead, but you can't stomach the smell

I eat a rapper, just a nub on the belt

I'm too full

Yeah, too full

My mind's ripe, but I'm standin' in a deep ditch

Stranded in the pit, panhandlin' just to keep fit

I'll reap what I sow, believe this

One day, I'ma throw the cards down and explode

Read 'em and weep, bitch

And in your line of sight, you'll find I shine the light of lime

I sign the mic after I write a rhyme

'Cause every night, I'm bidin' time, but I don't mind

Get on your grind, don't be tryna take a bite of mine

Peep this, hot damn, we in the studio

Stooligans, Julio, get the stretch and shake your booty, ho

'Cause who would know better than the man in the lab

With the labs and the overgrown sweater?

The overtone setter, John Dello Iacono

The tone pro letting you know whether to go home

Or if the vocals will flow, this isn't a joke, yo

We headed to the top, open the door

The facts are these slack-jawed

Rappers couldn't cut it if they had a hacksaw