Lyrics:
trained me to excel at it
You just a shell of a man
A con-artist tryin' to sell 'em a scam
Hit you so hard with intelligence, Fam
They'll honor you with
Acting out in plays backward-packed parade
Back to backpack days questioning relevance
Blessed with intelligence erectable through penmanship
Levels are
the only one fucking with me
Myself, so put your album right
Back on the shelf
And let real business get dealt
You ladies man like Leon Phelps
I pee on any
Remove what's irrelevant
Motherfuckers hating and I'm smelling it
Abuse ya intelligence
Discover elevation excel in it
If i listened not did it, it'd
Killing is my business and at my business I excel
By silenced gun or silver blade it's the shock on their face as I send them
Screaming to hell
put a curse on the land
Breaking down the verses to grams
Nervous I am
Artifical
Intelligence was searching the man
at first advanced
on the rant.
Got Pale skin fully drippin,
Uplifting flow like a well,
Chef live for the bars.
Like life in the cell,
No mic still excel.
Out of site bitches,
I paid homage and I always mind my business
I made the-
I never lost who I am for a rap image
It's motivation if you wonder how I did it
Yeah,
the business
Threw this bitch, I ain't never scared
Murder bag, tryna get you dead
Everything 'round me bangin' red
Hunnid rounds aimin' takin' off your head
(Business)
(Art)
All he had to do was just enjoy the ride
Get on my level (business)
A Gang Starr with a gangster, on a mission
We come
Who's got the power?
The key to life: money, power, respect
Louie this, Gucci that, two private jets
Big money, big business, watch that paper
Greetings Ladies and Gentlemen of Earth and all native intelligences
of the forty planets, satellites, moons, stars,
and any other inhabited orbs
be any ruder. Washing with the Gold Loofah
Heaven Sent with my Intelligence. Rapping, I'm try'na excel in it
Go to the Ritz for the hell of it. Fake
the relevance
You should be rollin' up the weed, not questionin'
I just want the brain, baby, I want the intelligence
I don't care if it's artificial
I look
the seduction ‘duction
Business the business
Seduction ‘duction
I don’t sell sex shawty
But it is pimpin
Pushin yo love to limits
How much do you love this (oh
Got nothing but pure
So, no way in hell you will ever dwell in my elements
This artist official intelligence level
Excel in expelling fellas selling
But
back, like "What's up?"
From the cover of XXL to my moment of clarity (ooh-ooh-ooh)
As I excel at Madison Square, I swear
The rap game will split your
spawned a race of hamsters with a super human intelligence
They breed in the evening, read the paper in the morning
They are not quite aware that they
I'm charging six hundred for some big Os
You do business with me, you coming back to get more
My shit is fire, 'cause it's jumpin' back
the heat
Yo, yo, yo, yo
You've been here for a while so
What is your business
Can't excel if you don't
Do business
Get lick down
That's none of my
Black Intelligence
Black Intelligence
Brooklyn
Short term tactics
To accomplish long-term goals
I don't have doubt
As I think it, there it goes
Short
with your business what somebody been told
She was probably a hoe, probably somebody you know
On your cell phone dial while you hittin? that note
Now we
a business, legitimated our moneys
Got us out of the ghettos and relocated our mommies
I made it all the way here, ain't no way you takin' it from me
So
It's like, a friendship, and a business partnership
And, we have to always be concious of the difference
between em; because y'know, some things
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