DERS - INTERMISSION lyrics

(This ain't ya grandma's beat, no) (This ain't ya grandma's beat) [Hook 1] Tell me what you know about them small bills Counting up to big stacks Tell me what you know about going in straight for the k** With no looking back You know how to rap But you don't know ‘bout what's real So take a step back Need to give me a break… Before I break ya neck [Verse 1: Neat Messy] Subtle indifference Cuz I gotta win this sh** You wit a different b**h And she benevolent And she intelligent But you do the same old sh** There's voodoo inside your head You end up in hell again Now you irrelevant Cuz you missed the best of it I sniff that Benjamin Cuz I like the smell of it And just for the hell of it Ima get big like an elephant Ima cut ties like the devil did Ima get high like you never did I'm in the cut and you celibate There's more to life than just sittin around Looking at your phone and thinkin about How to get your story up, how to draw a character Always lookin down when you're sittin on a banister sh**'s cancerous If I don't answer just Cuz I am a chancellor Wit nothin to hand to ya I'm down and I'm feelin the groove But ya in the same room and it's nothin to you You got a attitude like you a hunnet and two I got a attitude and I got nothin to lose I'm outside smoking dro wit my gold fleece on Before I f** your hoe in the new Nissan [Hook 2] Tell me what you know about them small bills Counting up to big stacks Tell me what you know about going in straight for the k** With no looking back You know how to act But you don't know ‘bout what's real So take a step back Need to give me a break just like I asked... Before I break ya neck (AND THEN I COME BACK WIDDIT!) [Post-Hook] (School of Thought) This ain't ya grandma's beat, no This ain't ya grandma's beat THIS AIN'T YO GRANDMA'S BEAT! [Bridge: BB Styles] Break for the intermission You can feel ya head shake when ya get a listen I beg ya pardon ‘cause I'm chargin like an elephant The unintelligent don't care ‘bout what you telling them They just want to smell they friends (School of Thought) And when the spins hit: easy, let the throttle up And like the binge-hits: easy, tip the bottle up And when ya car start shaking And ya mind starts hating Each and every little thing about ya b**hy, pity life (BB Styles) Knife Cut through like a hyphen The truth hurts But it pays more than a stipend Or some high friends who just wanna high-five Say bye, then cry When you hit ‘em wit the intermission Fishy figures dissing And I think I gotta cliff ‘em That means I take ‘em to a cliff and make em take a dive Zion youths hafi always stay alive and survive 10,000 ways to die, but only one way to thrive! (School of Thought) b**hes always screamin' ‘bout they mommy And they daddy And they best friend And they ex-best friend And they new best friend And they boo And they dew And they future ex-bae's friend's trends (School of Thought!) …Look at you… I'm busy bout to start the next trend I'm hoppin' during Intermission While the otha brotha's busy wishin' Watching that coin sink quick Throw it on ice, on the rocks Through this mirror Imma blow out Refract the pupils and zone out (Tell me whatcha Poppy-seed do!) Tell me boutcha reasoning for beckoning A ressurect for the hell of it; Hoping that you'd benefit from living hesitant During Intermission Got a couple things I want to be addressing… Like for instance When you be living vicariously You be missing the whole of the half You just be one of the ma** You just be frozen in trends Gray in the head Stuck in a pen Imma just go ahead and dance (Imma just go ahead and dance!) Imma just go ahead and live Imma just go ahead and win That's how you move Imma just step ahead And do what you can't do ‘Cause anything you can do I can do better, poor you (Anything you can do I can do better, poor you) When I'm livin' big I won't write you a letter from fame, nah (When I'm livin' big I won't write you a letter from fame) Nahh Night night On Tap! (‘Cause anything you can do I can do better, poor you) We on a mission Intermission [Hook 3] Tell me what you know about them small bills Counting up to big stacks Tell me what you know about going in straight for the k** With no looking back You know how to rap But you don't know ‘bout what's real So take a step back Need to give me a break… Before I break ya neck Tell me what you know about them small bills Counting up to big stacks Tell me what you know about going in straight for the k** With no looking back You know how to act But you don't know ‘bout what's real So take a step back Need to give me a break just like I asked... Before I break ya neck (AND THEN I COME BACK WIDDIT!) [Post-Hook: School of Thought] This ain't ya grandma's beat, no This ain't ya grandma's beat AND THEN COME BACK WIDDIT [Comeback] BOUNCE (Tell me watchu gon watchu gon do: BOUNCE.)