Intro:
[Verse 1: Intellect]
Innnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
8th grade graduated, high school I've made it
Fresh on the first day sh**, ima show out
Lyrically I am greatness, my cla**mates stay hating
Dread my success like Haitians, they don't know about
A short kid that's facing, a lot of problems impatient
Bleach your dreams till you faded, ima unload now
Bars like bullets, bullies get two clips
Shoot lyrics like a 4'4 even though Im 5'6
I had waves make them nauseous, trying k** these hoes I should dress in caution
Tape, but wait, they say, you'll never make it
You'll never get it, just quit it, I can't I'm addicted
Like I'm smoking cigarettes, who better hear crickets
My bars Verizon you not even cricket
I'm gifted, ambitious, relentless
I'm going green like I'm energy efficient
I'm a sinner needing repentance
Foolish Freshman Still In Him
[Hook: Intellect & Katerra Bell]
I'm super cool, new shirt new shoes
Super fly, you know I'm that guy
In this school, no rules, yo girl on my side, I swear the world mine
Foolish freshmen, swear the best man
Since slice bread and, he'll learn his lesson
The foolish freshman, living care free
The whole wide world, Revolve around me
[Verse 2: Intellect ]
In my first cla** barely paying attention
Rather be in first cla** with a Bad flight attendant
That gets on my fly And Get to unzipping
But I got to focus cause back when we was cotton picking
School reading and knowledge was forbidden
So I should have straight A's and perfect attendance
For all the people that was dying and lynching
Civil activist everybody who fought for the privilege
Black people should have the highest college admission
I'm trying to break the curse we was given, tell it good reddens
But my writtens, are like forensics
My verses need medics and clinics
Spit disgusting I need a dentist
Kire Rashad Dennis, using his God given
Talent to change the world and shift it
I am a Christian, not perfect I'm still sinning
Please Lord forgive him, I'm trying to leave a mark crayola mentions
Writing is my mission
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Intellect]
Hate as my engine
I could go blind and still have my vision
Trying to give 3 red rings to the system
Cause I know they want us dead or in prison
I hope they feel the knowledge I'm kicking
I hope I stay in they mind its INTELLECT don't forget em
See I know how I should be living
Still I'm focused on car clothes hoes and pimpin
Getting kitten hittin until she limping
[Hook]
[Intro To Part 2]
[Verse 1: Intellect]
In 8th grade, I swore I had it made
All these girls I played, was fresh and got all A's
I got teased for being an outkast, they'd ask
You still ain't big boy ? Then laugh
I guess I'm supposed to get big over night, Growth spurt
Oh them short jokes won't work
Who was the fool that said words don't hurt
Like getting teased for what I wanted to be, and my dreams
And the logo on my tee's, like little league
Fake shoes and cheap shirts, you wearing pucci not Gucci my rep in a hearse
Cause girls talk and say I'm a flirt, and I do dirt, like grave diggers
I'm digging my own grave, no casket, buried alive
I should have just acme, but it wasn't proactive, couldn't find
Myself I'm trapped in this maze, as these walls cave
All this hate, turns into my rage
My emotions I caged, drove me insane
I was well know yet as a lame, girls was hesitant to date
Cause they knew I wanted to grind then skate
I was short so they was skeptical anyway
But I'm big like Tom hanks if we lay
I break you off then get lost in your title wave, like cast away
She'll need a full body cast today, they would ignore me or laugh away
[Hook: Katerra Bell]
When I look in the mirror, It couldn't get clearer
What I see not familiar, I don't know how tell you
I'm ashamed of what I became, this smile just hide my pain
Just trying to fit in, I lost who I am
Who Am I, who am I, who am I
What is life, when you look but can't find
Just trynna fit in, I lost who I am
[Verse 2: Intellect]
I played it off like I'm doing me which translates
I'm on xvideos masturbate
I need a compa** to locate who I am
Look in the mirror and see nothing within
But pain and hurt because all of my friends
Turned enemies or they just pretend
It's no Biggy still have faith but treated like lil Kim
The world shall be mine I'm invader Zim
I'm more gifted than Santa's wish list on Christmas but still it's seen as tiny Tim
Then coming home, to your parents nagging saying you wrong
Saying you can't and you won't
And your family saying just go to college to get work
Cause your dreams won't work, What are the odds
3 words 7 letters I got GOD
But then again words from love ones
Feel like a gun, pressed on your chest, or a knife to the neck
Getting kicked in the shin, over and over again
Or getting poked in the eye, until you go blind
Everywhere I go is pain I'm losing my mind
Honestly I wish I would just..
To Be Continued