Skywalker - Intellectual

[Intro]

Don't introduce me to new niggas

[Pre-Chrous]

Watch a nigga get knocked off

[Chorus]

I'm a heat-seeking missile

Somebody blow the whistle, boy

This nigga ain't official

I pray these pistols hit you

And anybody wit you

I promise I got issues

The rules to follow, simple like "the bell does not dismiss you"

I'm a heat-seeking missile

Somebody blow the whistle, boy

This nigga ain't official

I pray these pistols hit you

And anybody wit you

I promise I got issues

The rules to follow, simple like "the "bell does not dismiss you"

[Verse 1]

Sock a bitch nigga up in his mouth like Mick Foley

Sayin' you super I turn into Broly

I'm sprayin' the clip it's gon' show him what's holy

They all like [?] bitch nigga you owe me

Don't act like you know me

When I come attackin' like Shaq off of Kobe

I took off his spine when I let off that Mac

I guess them niggas really do got yo back

[Chorus]

I'm a heat-seeking missile

Somebody blow the whistle, boy

This nigga ain't official

I pray these pistols hit you

And anybody wit you

I promise I got issues

The rules to follow, simple like "the bell does not dismiss you"

I'm a heat-seeking missile

Somebody blow the whistle, boy

This nigga ain't official

I pray these pistols hit you

And anybody wit you

I promise I got issues

The rules to follow, simple like "the bell does not dismiss you"

[Verse 2]

'Member when shit used to really be gritty

Back when situations just had to get sticky

Homie just hit me, they plottin' to hit me

So tell 'em I'll be on they block, come and get me

I got the drop on they side of the city

So come into mine, they might die in a jiffy

Watching the clock, take a swab of the Henny

Bro cockin' the semi, the size of a semi

And I do this alone

You be like a stadium, losing your dome

You stupid this is hair is too big to comb

All the shots follow you like they movin' along

Yo guns fake as fuck, that aluminum chrome

Yo name only hard on a tomb or a stone

The bullets like xannies, pop two and you gone

Now yo gang live in a funeral home

[Outro 1]

You trip, yo ass is grass

I'm runnin' with shinobi

Chop that ass in half like Obi-Wan Kenobi

[Verse 3]

Black ass bastard tryna get this mansion

Boy I got that kind of money where my whips be landin'

Say he wish a nigga would well nigga wish be granted

And I think I left a seat right where my dick be planted, in yo bitch

You can even see my blood where all the Crips be campin'

And .30s and the .40s of my city Kansas

Ain't no bustas on my block, that's where the cliques be blammin', nigga

You wanna be the boss

You better learn to take the shots

You can't call 'em all the time

Make it hot like Satan's spot

Thankin' God that I don't take the rock

Crack addicts nigga

I can show you where the raisins drop

It's too many copies nigga I can't make the paper stop

Red dot

Ashes and dust

Too much, Imma scrape the top

Positive minds that stand alone won't make it fine

Killing Optimus until I transform, Megatron

Another one knocked off

Come correct if you fuckin' wit

You gon' catch a hollow even if you got them butter tips

Bullets comes so vast, it's antagonizing the government

I'm the black master that been bastardized and I wasn't missed

You may say I'm rappin' way past my time but I suck at this

At least that's what I'm told by sucka's fans when they suck a dick

And yo life a Looney movie so duck the clip

Prepare for Armageddon if I get dissed by a upper clique

Being someone else, is basically what they choose to do

The reflection of themselves, is what I'm gon' have to shoot 'em through

Potato in his mouth, I don't think he know how to chew his food

Somethin' like an hour land of owls nigga who is you?

Shoot to kill

You ain't a stoner but you gon' love this L

The outcome of this album

It really won't be that tough to sell

What's the tip to murder

You finna get every fuckin' shell

The only person I didn't kill when I tried was myself

[Outro 2]

And this that fuckin' Martin

And this that fuckin' Malcolm

And this that fuckin' 2Pac if the searches ever found him

And it's that fuckin' Malcolm

And it's that fuckin' Martin

Yo shit talkin' makes you a target

Blood on my carpet