Intellectual Criminals

Lyrics

Verse 1: Awon Catch a ray from the sun, my eyes open with my hand on my gun King of the jungle won't abandon his young With this pen I protect the lion's den with thoughts of maturation The evolution, thoughts of complex calculation Awon graduated, the strong survived The man the next year's here like a porch collides My stride is Autobahn speed, even though we smoke trees Too achieve a higher plane, I naturally scheme Hungry as a fat man in a Golden Corral Thoughts of the past lets me see I have mastered my style Peace to Don E. Reim and my brother Philaf Flow with the ferocity of a motherless child My velocity, high technology who stopping me? Like Ray Allen poppin threes, I go on ramen sprees Real life is what I spit on the mic I'm eating more pussy's than your average dyke Hook: Awon I rap for listeners, lyricists, intellectual criminals Hustlers, prisoners and the scholarly individuals Blowing the fire chemicals, filling my lungs with minimals Spittin that super lyrical, poetry at its pinnacle (x2) Verse 2: Awon Where that energy at, I'm on that Hennessy at I need all that graffiti type imagery back Black man searching for rap lands, style war is the visual Wild child with a wild style, the armed form criminal Heavy hitting critical, now I'm a sentinel Spreading fabric I'm on the genitals For Jock riders I'm too lyrical Authentic, organic never stepped on with no chemicals No Soulja Boy, I'm the general Shots is subliminal, get clapped fucking with the original Supreme verbals, inhale herbals and spit quotable The most notable fully automatic is totable Common wealth Virginian, drunk up off the Henny and Raised by wolves with all the cowboys and Indians Yeah ya'll motherfuckers better get your shit together cuz I'm coming at your throats Hook: Awon I rap for listeners, lyricists, intellectual criminals Hustlers, prisoners and the scholarly individuals Blowing the fire chemicals, filling my lungs with minimals Spittin that super lyrical, poetry at its pinnacle (x2) Verse 3: Awon Under the moonlight, I'm a werewolf transforming Hunting whack rappers and I won't remember in the morning Committing murder, every microphone is a different burner The cat cruise like Nat Turner, the true Sojourner A soul searcher since 2004 Still down with the students like the fountain I pour Fruits of life in your basket, my bountiful harvest Atilum in the casket, my flow is the hardest My independent hustle the smartest No label, control the artist I've been departed Like DiCaprio, Martin Scorsese other rappers know Rest in peace Guru, office on Hulu Intelligence all this excellence pissing through you Like Heineken life, this iron mic spitting through the Fire in brimstone, igniting the sick poems Messiah has been home, here to claim his throne Hook: Awon I rap for listeners, lyricists, intellectual criminals Hustlers, prisoners and the scholarly individuals Blowing the fire chemicals, filling my lungs with minimals Spittin that super lyrical, poetry at its pinnacle (x2)