Another Rapper Dead - Intellectual

[Hook]x10

I read the daily news

Another rapper dead

[Verse 1: T.R@bb]

My nigga was that you

Disrespecting the huddle with written verses

Breaking the cypher circle

[?] from many hearses

Like I don't, write in coroner's cursive nigga

So off top I'm nearly perfect

My brain waves are tidal

Make a pirate ship nervous

Electric [?]

So you know I'm surging through it

No [?] can do it

Leave a vocal booth in ruins

Put you through a cuban link chain noose

And you'll hang like Cooper

In the North, with some shooters

Arching the Ruger

Bullet shells land on the cement

By our cemetery

Swinging [?] like Cuba

You should've stayed in the car

Got that work, bar for bar

Breathe easy nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Thelonius Gawd]

All these rapper's got is fucking money on they minds

Well I'll put bread on they heads, another rapper dead

North town danger zone, we don't talk to fuzz

Ask about me, all a nigga got is clout

Street cred, lyrical

Intellectual thug, spawning miracles

Mirrors that resemble the creators, I ain't spiritual

In fact, I'm rolling up dope on paper that's biblical

Just to get closer to the fragrance of his pinnacles

Causing, mass disaster

I thought slavery was over

Rappers getting signed to labels now and refer to master

Fuck it, I graduated from the block and got my master's

Creating master plans on you fucking bastards

By any means

[Hook]

[Beat Change]

[Verse 3: T.R@bb]

Waves under my crown

Everything is profound

These lines over head like the halos on angels in Heaven

Flow tight like the lies from a reverend

With enough hustle to move a white mound

A black panther with a mic in the crowd

Going ham like my moms in the crowd

These wings on my feet would make Hermes smile

North niggas slapping that Payback, sold out

I feel like Zeus' lightning bolt, amping the sound

I switch my flow

I'm lapping them now

I master pitch, I should rap on the mound

A's fitted, hit switch

Homerun, I toss back

Let that stick fly

I don't play quidditch

Aww shit, it's Rabb Guinness

The world record holdin'

Still blue coupe rollin'

I try so hard not to be selfish

Now I'm shooting if I'm open

You can't deny it when you chosen

So motion, I praise the dope

And see that I'm potent

I'm floating cause even overseas they know it

Show love to the states, just filled with roses

I'm the coldest

[Bridge]

How else could I say it?

I'm dead to the head (I'm dead to the head)

How else could I say it? (I'm dead to the head)

I'm dead to the head

[Outro]x3

[?] said pour lean in the pitch

Have a photoshoot, lames trying lean in the pic

Bro said to make a hit, you gotta lean with the pitch

[?] in solitary, I can't even come visit