Mind of a Intellectual Thug
Shits cruel! that nigga breaking the rules wit shit he choose
Capable of death shit once again he remains the same while keeping his cool
Different crew niggaz back at saying shit
Bitches back on a nigga running motionless game from there lips 2 there hips
And still I chilllll!
Maintain my mind frame and stay real
Always a struggle never easy to maintain such a skill
Gifted from the one up above to out think my enemies will
I must never ever deny better for 4eva my skill shall continue 2 build
And It’s a must 2 go back at these obstacle’s non-stoppable a nigga must be
Cause if I let what I’ve learned ride! then obviously there’s no fear in me
I’m deep because I want to be, shit show ya niggaz my life
Aint kilt a mother fucker and niggaz still give credit 2 a real niggaz hype
Shit still aint rite! From battlefields in competition fighting opposition in my head
to this nigga reawakening from a grave he once thought he was dead
No resurrection jus a blessing to be what I am today
And as far as little niggaz! Jus walk by when daddy comes out to play
Rhumors giving tumors 2 those who believe them
Receive them, thro them away den later on retrieve them
U c its not a game its more like a state of mind frame
If its controlled correctly then impossibility is possible 2 change and rearrange
I know! What and who I am and what I cant do
But if I wasn’t this today my rhymes wit truth would have no impact on u
Who to blame! Na there’s no blaming involved
I only blame when I see demons around problems I can’t solve
Pause! For a second no more disrespecting my heart
A gutless feeling can make a coward think he finished when he aint e-en start
I tear apart my rhymes at a time keep them lemon lime so they can shine
I feel no panicking examining my past and future on this lifeline
And Boy it’s a crime! Not 2 acknowledge myself in the mirror
Fuck seeing shit clearer, death, Satan’s Wife….I can no longer hear her
And if niggaz jump, I put that shit on my life they’ll miss
U can’t go at a nigga who only worries bout his future on his wrist
And they say u born again when u can’t remember your second level
Once friends wit the devil wit shit escalated in all types of trouble
I hold no grudge or vain feelings cause I been here before
Las time my mistake was not asking God for mo
Shiiiiiiiiit this time I’m the 1st mother fucker at his door
Hold that black down for a minute, predestined 10 commandments seeing what’s next in stored
Fuck a 44! Cause a clip aint never save me
It jus blinded my mind until I start seeing shit hazy n shady
I could give to fucks bout the world but yet I mention it in this verse
Cause before and after this rhyme I smile back cause my blessing is no longer cursed
I’m higher this time when I ride but not wit the 44 gripped
The 44 slipped in place of it just a pen that flows wit every line spit
Na and niggaz once again saying this and packing gats
I’m a fucking General nigga on a level that don’t acknowledge that
And yes! Hold it down for protection nothing else
But u know you’ve arrived when u can handle shit yourself
ill hold it down incase though so ya can c how a real nigga handles his
Keep a shell loaded piece in my head 2 handle men who want to act like kids
So please my niggaz next time you out and niggaz ask bout what's under your coat
Jus say it is what it is my niggaz and that all she wrote
