Gettin’ Bizzy - Intellectual

[Verse One]:

Dre headphones on, Vizzy get his zone on

My flow is like All State, go and get your quote on

Modest as a Mouse so my ego never Float On

But I'm fly as the Never Ending dragon Bastian road on

Looking at the sky, trying to find where the top at

Trying to get the green, nigga show me where the crop at

Everybody Lost, I am still here

And the crowd will cheer/wheelchair where is John Locke at?

Kill 'em with the way I rhyme

I save the game like Daylight time, go ahead and put your clocks back

I am everywhere where that you niggas probably not at

And I be on the go with every flow that you stop at

Arms up, I ain't going for defeat/the feet

All I need is Seven on the beats

And I am in my zone

If I am not the heir/air to the throne

How come you feel the wind on your seat?

I got 'em like...

[Hook]:

Get 'em Vizzy

Hold up, I'm getting busy

Get 'em Vizzy (I will)

Get 'em Vizzy (Indeed!)

Get 'em Vizzy (yeah)

Hold up, I'm getting busy

[Verse Two]:

Serving up that hot shit, this is for the waiters

I'm giving niggas food for thought, like it was catered

Never go out to parties, I'd always come back with favors

Then I sonned so many niggas you would think we're all related

Thought they had me faded like stone wash

Tried to monopolize the game and gave me no props

Cause I came in here trying to rep for the Squares

And I heated up my circle like stove tops

Met Elliott Wilson and made his Radar switch

I ain't talking gun talk, you can save y'all clips

I ain't fly like the rest of 'em, but ain't I sick?

They got all those tags, but they not it

And I be sitting waiting, anticipating for the day when

The radio finally go and play my shit

Long as I step up to the plate

If I swing I miss

But I'mma go out the way I went

My niggas talk about...

Get 'em Vizzy

[Hook]:

Get 'em Vizzy

Hold up, I'm getting busy

Get 'em Vizzy (Uh Huh)

Get 'em Vizzy (Yep, yep, yep)

Get 'em Vizzy (Haha, uh)

Hold up, I'm getting busy

[Verse Three]:

I'm a cool little dude from a Midwest City

Where the homies call me X and the girls call me Vizzy

I am going going gone, yep, that ones out to Wrigley

If you scared to come up here, there is no way else to get me

They don't get me

Type in those coordinates and try to see me

We don't come in peace, but, we'll try to be friendly

I'm the future, I'm the past, I'm the present, I'm the pending

Quit your worrying, the curtains closing and the lights are dimming

They probably can't hear me, the speakers probably blew up

I digested the city so you know what I threw up

Planted seeds in these streets so you know where they root us

Where I'm born too, my horn make 'em scorn, bitches tutor

Shoot us, the pilot and look at where it flew us

Over The Cuckoos Nest, well yes they have buddah

Deny the tribe, they lie, look at how they do us

In manual drive these guys try to autotune us

[Hook]:

Get 'em Vizzy

Hold up, I'm getting busy

Get 'em Vizzy (Uh Huh)

Get 'em Vizzy (Yep, yep, yep)

Get 'em Vizzy (Haha, uh)

Hold up, I'm getting busy