LYT - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

They can hate, they don’t wanna hear the music

But I'll shake the game, cause involuntary movements

Well I’m chasing fame, if it solves the weird confusion

That is day to day, forming bars is therapeutic

And my veins contain all of the substance I record

I can play the game, if they sub me in I’ll score

But I take the blame, it is blunt I’m not a star

So I escape to space, take this blunt up to the stars

Can I change the pace, if I can’t change the place

I would save the day but like to watch it waste away

And I’ll never regret it, I swear to God like

One thing I learned in my life, is never trust your hindsight

Feel like my dad in 1982

Nineteen, recognized my talent tryna make a move

And his challenges I’m facing too

I’m way too dope, I swear this flow I channel should be pay-per-view

They don’t love you like you thought, no

They never caught a glimpse of what you saw, so

Get smart or fall off

Delusional hallucination, dooming though illuminating

Used to all that’s beautiful, too elated, too complacent

When the mood will change, they lose control, stooping low

To stupid statements, trying to find a crucible to use in flaming

But the ice won’t melt, the foolish all get super anxious

Bite their nails, 'til their cuticles are mutilated

Like for real, there's a cubicle for you to stay in

Your little office, better do what the boss says

A novice with knowledge that augments all very often

And I’d never sell out no matter who would sponsor the auction

Price is low with my backpack shit, like stores when it’s August

But I’ll blow with this backpack shit, like the bombing in Boston

All I know is this backpack shit, all my thoughts center on it

Carry loads on my back, packed in a whole arsenal armed in

Order to show all the bandwagons just what loyalty warrants

Can hardly harness the hardships that harbor on my despondence