The Something Something Project - IMAP lyrics

Guilty Pleasure Yeah I attack with mathematic accuracy I spit true facts and I do it with tact I accrue my stacks, I just got news back They call me Richie Rich cuz my j**els aint lackin If burnin cash is a sin I've committed a crime Call these bills crisp cuz they've been deep fried G-U to the I to the L-T-Y Pleasure, never better I'm the sh** here's why I made a plan come together Hannibal I made a plan come together (ha-ha!) So call me Hannibal Animalistic tendencies (a beast) but I'm standin tall Haters call me damnable, I guess it's understandable Self inflicted ethanol got my head swimmin - Cannonball! And I knock your house down cuz I'm big and bad Spittin mad this and that kickin a**, tip my hat Respectfully I bested thee, with my special recipe Vessel of necessity I guess it's me and TSP Yeah I made a plan come together with impeccable strategy Tactician magnificent, make 'em all fall like gravity I go balls to the wall but I swear I try to act casually The backtrack I attack that with pa**ionate rationality I-I-I-It's Guilty and Hannibal controllin your thoughts I'll make you reconsider every single thing you were taught I'm talkin logic like a robot, or officer Spock You call me a god and I won't tell you I'm not I made a plan come together