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the crooked select - 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!ll
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-t
you wit a different b-tch
and she benevolent
and she intelligent
but you do the same old sh-t
there’s voodoo inside your head
you end up in h-ll 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 h-ll 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-t’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 att-tude like you a hunnet and two
i got a att-tude and i got nothin to lose
i’m outside smoking dro wit my gold fleece on
before i f-ck 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!ll
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-tchy, 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-tches 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 h-ll 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 m-ss
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!ll
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!ll
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.)

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