Song Intellectuals – Sunz Of Man

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Aiyyo, aiyyo
The modern day, multi-rap, Penny Hardaway
Allah’s way, God’s day, Range in the garage way
Freak this, slap meat on this uniqueness
Relax overseas status black beat your feet to this
The grim style Role’ sundial, Sun of a Man who went
foul spent, ten thou’ on jewels, 80 cent on Loud
Slang lord, applaud, forty-eight up on the board
Holdin the stainless plain sword witcha name on it
Lord, burn em, ninety-eight degrees celsius
Go for delf, no breaks, from stealth, crash it on the belt
Almost lost the eagle, the diamond gem I paid 30 legal
Crash the bird, cranberry regal
Stepped off, double oh-eight style
Bubble the tape out, real niggaz who kill bless the weight style
The treasure map stash billions, smash a class of Sicilians
Glassy watch flooded out for trillions
A million dollar lawsuit, got paid and swayed you
and floored you flowerhead niggaz lost you
What? Faggots, come up over here
We got it all.. [unclear]

[60 Second Assassin]
I know niggaz who carry guns like
the same way the Earth keep in sunlight
With no fight, snatch your ice, sell it in Crown Heights
We grab mics, Malcolm X type, Israelites
From the poor like, holy war type
We got your lost wife
Lovin me, fuck the bubbly, it’s the drugs in me
Cover me, I want his company, and all the currency
They out to live luxury, cheat and lie, die comfortably
Nautica Rugby’s like Seagal Bugsy
Y’all disgust me, Nia Long sisters want me
A King David strong country, we still be hungry
Too many rap braggarts back stabbers, abracadabras
Get hit by the golden daggers (bring it!!)

Chorus: U-God

Intellectual, rhymin professionals
Bring all the ladies, in my directional
Intellectual, rhymin professionals
Bring all the ladies, in our directional
Intellectual, rhymin professionals
Intellectual, rhymin professionals
Intellectual, rhymin professionals
Bring all the ladies, in our directional

[Hell Razah]
Inevitable, ? the rhymes, like sensible, yo
And when I let go, the ninetieth amigos
lessons be stressin the fact without question
Determining who gives who, a slap to?
Bugging while smuggling, lyrics cold bumrushing
Touching your brain leaving it, left, while recovering
Tagged, by the fact they rap the daily contract
and ac-cessory the best of me flipping? void of fact pack?

My attitude is metal, I’m rotten to the veins

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