So Intuitive

This is the type of shit That get a Nigga hype as shit The Mic’s a stick of dynamite The rhymes I write could light the wick The punches hit like Tyson’s fist Displaying my insightfulness Time to get off the pot or piss No time for indecisiveness Yo shout out to Emilio who saw the vision Let’s take it back to the great production matched with awesome writtens No Arthritis just the rawest shit this authors written Put on display so y’all can witness how the bars’ exquisite I’m so authentic I prefer you keep me far from gimmicks You’re witnessing a God MC just pray that all’s forgiven I’m far from timid, far as spitters just a small percentage Are actually driven enough that they can cause collisions I got no problems admitting I’m partially narcissistic But in the realm of this rap shit who says that’s not artistic You best be talking larger digits trying to bargain with him Cause on the level he’s at nobody’s larger than him I know they’ve been sending threats I’m disregarding niggaz Because I ain’t get where I’m at by being bothered with them I’m only fucking with those that see the larger picture I son the rest, highly regarded as a father figure Chorus: What’s competition when you feel like you’re the greatest doing it My gift is Music so I’m spending every day pursuing it Some niggaz hatin’ and they choosing me to get into it with To tell the truth I saw it coming, guess I’m So Intuitive What’s competition when you feel like you’re the greatest doing it My gift is Music so I’m spending every day pursuing it Some niggaz hatin’ and they choosing me to get into it with To tell the truth I saw it coming, guess I’m So Intuitive Verse#2: A slow progression is always better than no progression A local legend I became due to my vocal presence I know some peasants who live life but they ignore the lessons They run in circles, what you expect they got no direction Don’t know the reverend but, my creator keeps loading blessings If I’m the vessel, it’s safe to say I’m a loaded weapon If effortless what I make it look, you don’t know the effort I’ll let you see in a moment so just hold on a second Cause there’s some misconceptions first we gotta get it right From your perspective maybe God gave me the gift to write It’s deeper than that and the way you think that shit is light I tell the future through these bars that’s the gift of sight I saw my future in the stars selling nics at night (Nick at Nite) Some hated on me, said I’m tripping like I’m Dick Van Dyke They let these bitches come bewitch em’, that’s a different life I dream of Jeannie‘s in bikinis with a spliff to light I do transform inside this booth no need for kryptonite I become unstoppable as soon as I grip the mic And while you phony niggaz looking for some shit to write I reminisce I don’t recite to me this shit is life I give advice but on this level I don’t get advice Cause I surpassed my predecessors and then did it twice To competition, I’m the bump they’re hearing in the night You feel the freight, soon as a Nigga come dim the lights Chorus: What’s competition when you feel like you’re the greatest doing it My gift is Music so I’m spending every day pursuing it Some niggaz hatin’ and they choosing me to get into it with To tell the truth I saw it coming, guess I’m So Intuitive What’s competition when you feel like you’re the greatest doing it My gift is Music so I’m spending every day pursuing it Some niggaz hatin’ and they choosing me to get into it with To tell the truth I saw it coming, guess I’m So Intuitive