Intelligent Meth

Intelligent Meth - Methodman/Masta Killa/Intell/Streetlife

Yeah yeah

Hey yo hey yo

It's like I'm trapped inside a cage

I can't explain this type of rage

It's not a moment or a phase

But possibly the end of days

Watch as I stand up on the stage

Not as an artist but a slave

Deep inside my subconscious

My music keeping me sane

They say it's levels to the sh*t

I say it's levels to your brain

You can't acquire the higher

You'll always remain the same

Regardless of all the money

And b**ches yanking your chain

What good is a private plane to a man who can't walk the plains

Hip-hop is now gen-pop populated with lames

Attacking you with these frequencies

Meant to destroy your brain

I'm fitting to go supernova

Expose em to superflames

Soon as I pick these locks on these psychological chains

The answer is in the question

The question comes from the pain

And the pain is just electrical signals sent to my brain

But the brain is just a box where information remains

As I try to remain a soldier the voice in my head explains

I'm still shadowboxing lungs and oxygen

This an icebreaker no bubblegum was popping

Another hot concoction trick ya might need amoxicillin

The kid's too sick you're gonna need shots to kill em

My method is ill doc admit him

When I see you icu can get em

Your boy give em bars until the judge acquit him

The court can't convict him or find the gloves to fit him

That's oj I mean ok I mean I'm not kidding no play

Jealous ones still envy that's jose

Peace to cartagena I flow hey

But I don't speak spanish yo no se

I'm a seasoned veteran obey

Obtain a freestyle it's cold pay

The old me resort to my old ways

My old man was stuck in his old days

Still he wanna blaze like john but rapping ain't in his forte

Look how we did it to ya

Yall just don't get it do you

Special deliver to ya

This is how we give it to you

Im'a get it to ya

Im'a get it to ya

Im'a get it to ya

Im'a get it to ya

What rapper spit it truer

But they don't live it do ya

My shooter cock the ruger

This is how we get it to you

Im'a get it to ya

Im'a get it to ya

Im'a get it to ya

Im'a get it to ya

It was only the elite who could walk these streets

With jewels and not get stuck

Niggas didn't give a f**k

Real gs know I'm talking about

Taking what you making stripping what you wearing

Caring about nothing

Gun barrel in your face cold steel on your cheek

This is how we meet and greet

Enemy across the street

Leaning on his rover jeeps

Smiling showing all teeth

Seeing son in my hood it ain't all sweet

And you haven't earned the respect

Of those who come creep and take money

So you just food that niggas come eat

And they don't get no chain back

You might see em rocking that

F**k you looking at problem needs solving

You see that big 357 thing revolving revolving revolving

Yeah you niggas ain't street

My money talks word of mouth

I figured you out

The life I live you're not about

Price on your head I'm taking cash advances

I'll take my chances then deal with the circumstances

Living off the land like a land shark

I'm on the lamb like the gyro with the white sauce

Idle times a devil

Playground make moves

Watch me kill your whole vibes crush groove

Hands high say hello to my little friend

Point the finger at the bad guy its me again

Who are they to criticize me

I do it like a g

I'm a ni**a from the mutha-f**king streets

Throw me in the fire watch me bubble

I was built for the struggle my knees never buckle

Look how we did it to ya

Yall just don't get it do you

Special deliver to ya

This is how we give it to you

Im'a get it to ya

Im'a get it to ya

Im'a get it to ya

Im'a get it to ya

What rapper spit it truer

But they don't live it do ya

My shooter cock the ruger

This is how we get it to you

Im'a get it to ya

Im'a get it to ya

Im'a get it to ya

Im'a get it to ya