Too Easy - Intellectual

[Hook: Swoope]

I'm bored with this music

This music ya'll giving

It's more to this music

Than money and women

I don't understand, I don't understand why they talk about nothing

Tell 'em we don't feel that

[Refrain: Swoope]

It'd be too easy, to talk about nothing

To talk about nothing

It'd be too easy, to talk like I'm something

I'm ballin, I'm stuntin'

It'd be too easy, chasing the fame

Playing the game

It'd be too easy, but tell 'em we don't feel that

No no tell 'em we don't feel them

[Hook: Swoope]

I'm bored with this music

This music ya'll giving

It's more to this music

Than money and women

I thought I'm a sinner, but I don't understand

Tell 'em we don't feel that

[Verse 1: Swoope]

Faith said they do it for the money

Dre said they do it for the stuntin'

'Crae said they talking about nuthin'

Yeah they're wasting this music on nuthin'

Nowadays, cats tryin' change up

Ain't on the same stuff, trying to get their change up

Rapper or Christian, fact or fiction

Still screaming Jesus don't matter what you name us

Everybody on the label go hard

We ain't clouded by your label, no stars

We ain't the cats with no bars

Listen to the songs, you'll see what I'm saying

So nah, so far, I'm feeling like I'm Mozart

In between Ye and 'Crae on the flow chart

Anything less than the truth is a faux pas

I stay down with my (oof) like four paws

They're drawing lines in the sand like you have to pick a side

Are you chicken?

Well, Ima ride with the clan

So I guess I'll take the fries, and the biscuit

Uh, you think I'm talking about ya'll?

I think not, drunk if you think I waste bars to take shots

Facts only, everything real in my raps homie

Anything less would be too easy

[Refrain: Swoope]

To talk about nothing

It'd be too easy, to talk like I'm something

I'm ballin, I'm stuntin'

It'd be too easy, chasing the fame

Playing the game

It'd be too easy, but tell 'em we don't feel that

No no tell 'em we don't feel them

[Hook: Swoope]

I'm bored with this music

This music ya'll giving

It's more to this music

Than money and women

I don't understand, I don't understand why they talk about nothing

Tell 'em we don't feel that

[Verse 2: Alex Faith]

Yeah, I've been feeling like, time is running out

Everyone around me want me to give or dumb it down

I'm sick of all these rappers

I ain't feeling what y'all putting out

My circle's getting smaller but everybody is cooking now

Dre, Corey, Swoope, it's a massacre

Never compromise for the masses bruh

Before and after us, it's still Christ the King

Living that life before these lights and screens

Before these mics and fiends, before the hype and screams

The fans and concerts, the height of dreams

I've been about this life for a while

By his grace dodging snakes that wanna hate but smile in my face

So, one time for the homies, hold up

One time for the phonies

Everybody is not hip to the difference between you and me

But we know (we know)

We L.A.K that's a four letter word

It's a life, a position, a noun and a verb

But that's over your head like ceiling fans

You're living to low, we don't feel that fam

It's too easy, only make a song to get paid

Rap about a life you don't live, you a lame

But how I am living is not marketable

I'm hearing your mouth but I don't care what you say

[Verse 3: Dre Murray]

They've got the trap so loud

And the bars turned down

And I can't hear nothing but the bass

Forget the cap and a gown

Heard you're back to the crown

Now the homie locked up for the base

Keys open doors, right to your cell

Dawgs in the street store out sniffing out your trail

Place them where they can't quite grab so it's hell

Screaming that it ain't that bad with a tale, oh well

Pharoah said they ain't no water in the land huh?

Spitting lines like how he stacking bands huh?

Then they asking us when we gon' turn

It don't matter, we earn, we just sticking to the plan huh

We Live As Kings, boy it's not just a logo

I'm repping this life without lights on that photo

So please do the math and just read me my total

Me rapping that nonsense, that there is a no no, too easy

[Refrain: Swoope]

To talk about nothing

It'd be too easy, to talk like I'm something

I'm ballin, I'm stuntin'

It'd be too easy, chasing the fame

Playing the game

It'd be too easy, but tell 'em we don't feel that

No no tell 'em we don't feel them

[Hook: Swoope]

I'm bored with this music

This music ya'll giving

It's more to this music

Than money and women

I don't understand, I don't understand why they talk about nothing

Tell 'em we don't feel that

[Verse 4: Corey Paul]

I get upper handle

Talking Nick and Bandle

Top grade, fur bass and the dope county

Gavel like an anvil clutch ya boy without a handle

Really live what’s on the news, I pray to God He change the channel

Panama with my pride on camera

Kicking like a canon whip, kill ‘em with the amateur

Dope boy finna acting up, but really hard to back it up

Unless you’re cool with cooking poison

And right before they bag it up

A rapper just tapping into the spirit of Agatha

Couple novellas bout killing it then they pack it up

But have you seen these junkies

Sitting on the porch of my granny’s house that’s my uncle (I said)

Have you seen suicide?

My daddy hung from a rope in the summertime

Now vivid pictures, running through my mind

In this 24 frame, when I try to shoot them down

Gotta eat, waiting on a plate

They gonna come out that dumpster when the rents paid

Reel beef when them boys send them boys where you stay

Put a cross on your head like Ash Wednesday

This boy like a preacher on Easter

Like Jesus my Lasiks I pray that the see Ya

Cause everybody Pac til that beamer get shot

Body drop, then gotta hand the ashes to Afeni, easy

[Hook: Swoope]

I'm bored with this music

This music ya'll giving

It's more to this music

Than money and women

I don't understand, I don't understand why they talk about nothing

Tell 'em we don't feel that