Intelligent Meth - Methodman

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