Intellect (Illinois) - Intellect Vs 100 lyrics

[Intro Verse] My Flow Is From The 22nd Century Young Phil Diffy I Spit Propane Need An Oil Change Jiffy Black And White Swag I Dressed Mixed So Spiffy Your Girl Got A good Jaw Good Gums Wrigley [Pre Hook] No Young Man Should Get Lost In Power Trynna Be My Mini Me's Austin Powers I'm Finna k** This Lay Down The Flours [Verse 1] Time To Power Up Young Charger All I Do Is Right Young Author I Make Her Yale But Her Brain On Harvard And To These n***as I'm Like A Moving Target They Can Try They Hardest, To Bret Hart It But You Miss This Artist I'ma Play this Game Forever Brett Farve It I Just Go Hard Mr. Marcus Till I'm Great Like My Fathers Father [Hook] No Young Man Should Get Lost In Power They Trynna Be My Mini Me's Austin Powers I'm Finna k** This Lay Down The Flowers I'm All About My Dough No Flour And Its That R-F-G, And Its That R-F-G, And Its That , Its That R-F-G, And [Verse 2] Forget My Ex And Our Whole Past I Bet with Her Next She Give Up So Fast You Should Have Never Gave Up That Slim Fast I spit Fire Why Would You Go And Gas I'm Trynna Get Break Till I Need a Whole Cast I Got Water Wings No Bird Bath What We Had Is Dead Girl Its Been Died On They Heels No Matter they Shoe Size I'm The Best Man Your Girl the New Bride Ya'll Got No Delivery Like Your Tubes Tied Means they not kidding I'm Trynna Be A King Mike Bibbing Get A Big Break Skidding Success Is My Outfit I Contain Power Like An Outlit I Shine Too Hard Power Outage You Better Than Intellect I Doubt It [Hook] No Young Man Should Get Lost In Power They Trynna Be My Mini Me's Austin Powers I'm Finna k** This Lay Down The Flowers I'm All About My Dough No Flour And Its That R-F-G, And Its That R-F-G, And Its That , Its That R-F-G, And [Verse 3] Hot Power, Cold Showers Ticking Off For Hours, cause The Game Ours You Should Clap It Up For Me Like this instrumental In Back Of Me I Took The Will Like Jada You Get The Back Seat I'm Speeding So Its no Pa**ing Me To The Game I'm Like Nick Carter Was To Backstreet Or Like Teddy Riley Was Black Street