"Intelligence & Violence" lyrics
Inner City Posse Lyrics
[Violent J (D-Lyrical):]
Intelligence and (Violence)
[D-Lyrical:]
You have dug your own grave if you say you wanna battle
Don't you know you're in trouble up the creek without a paddle
'Cause I keep gettin' better, I'm tougher than leather
I'm rated number one and I'll reign forever
Some people wear silver and some wear gold
But then I'll snatch it off your neck and diss you cold
It's like a fantasy, it's irony my rhymes go down in history
Hit my boys proven with the freshest terminology
Know more words than a pocket dictionary
Got more information than your local library
Some girls I'm kissin' and others I'm dissin'
But you don't know what you been missin'
Make a fresh tongue twister, could give your tongue a blister
If you see it my way then there's a chance you'll differ
Give a sigh then you cry then you say goodbye
Don't even try, don't reply then you want to die
I make you rhyme though it's time
Consider it as a crime, it's the truth, no excuse, a visual rhyme
Dissin' you, to battle me, you bit off more than you can chew
Tearin' up the scene; Destrukter van Vew
Then I leave you more puzzled than a Rubik's cube
Wanna battle the best, you're gonna die like the rest
When I crush your bones and rip up your flesh
You can do what you want but leave the rhyme to the skills
'Cause every person that don't listen is a sucker that kills
And when I first started rappin', I set some goals
To rock your mind, your body and of course your soul
Now when it comes to these goals I have now achieved
So for all you non-believers, it's time to believe!
[D-Lyrical:]
Take it to the Violent Side
[Violent J:]
Violent J, yo, homeboy, I'm packing a punch
Knocked out Greg on the motherfuckin' Brady Bunch
For no apparent reason, yo, that's my attitude
Fuck off, gold digger, I don't rap for gratitude
Don't remember your name after I get the shot
Don't get loud, bitch, I'll tie your lips in a knot
Delray, Detroit, Southwest Military
Leavin' freaks hangin' like a motherfuckin' dingle berry
Yo, I like, I like big fat fucked up freaks
I'm waxin' that anus and I'm slappin' her butt cheeks
Ayo, the J stands for Joe
Violent straight up means that I'm a motherfuckin' psycho
Reputation like Jason on the southwest side
Shot forty-seven times, boy still ain't died
In the alley roads bumpin' gangster codes
Sellin' yayo part time sellin' stereos
Yeah, boy, and my tape comes with 'em
When I stole the radio, my tape was already in 'em
Life style of a motherfuckin' scalawag
Throw a fist if ya throw me a mag
I'll use it 'cause ya never know I'm packin' a gun
Straight up, young one, you don't want none, son
Fuck those talkin' shit, fuckin' seem to quit
Talkin' shit about the tape and don't make 'em say shit
Young Caucasians raisin' hell on our tape
Impersonate Violent J, I'll crush your head like a grape
Talk shit about my posse, hope you have a ball
When I see you, I'ma slam your fuckin' head in the wall
[Violent J (D-Lyrical):]
Intelligence and (Violence)
Intelligence and (Violence)
Intelligence and (Violence)
[D-Lyrical:]
You have dug your own grave if you say you wanna battle
Don't you know you're in trouble up the creek without a paddle
'Cause I keep gettin' better, I'm tougher than leather
I'm rated number one and I'll reign forever
Some people wear silver and some wear gold
But then I'll snatch it off your neck and diss you cold
It's like a fantasy, it's irony my rhymes go down in history
Hit my boys proven with the freshest terminology
Know more words than a pocket dictionary
Got more information than your local library
Some girls I'm kissin' and others I'm dissin'
But you don't know what you been missin'
Make a fresh tongue twister, could give your tongue a blister
If you see it my way then there's a chance you'll differ
Give a sigh then you cry then you say goodbye
Don't even try, don't reply then you want to die
I make you rhyme though it's time
Consider it as a crime, it's the truth, no excuse, a visual rhyme
Dissin' you, to battle me, you bit off more than you can chew
Tearin' up the scene; Destrukter van Vew
Then I leave you more puzzled than a Rubik's cube
Wanna battle the best, you're gonna die like the rest
When I crush your bones and rip up your flesh
You can do what you want but leave the rhyme to the skills
'Cause every person that don't listen is a sucker that kills
And when I first started rappin', I set some goals
To rock your mind, your body and of course your soul
Now when it comes to these goals I have now achieved
So for all you non-believers, it's time to believe!
[D-Lyrical:]
Take it to the Violent Side
[Violent J:]
Violent J, yo, homeboy, I'm packing a punch
Knocked out Greg on the motherfuckin' Brady Bunch
For no apparent reason, yo, that's my attitude
Fuck off, gold digger, I don't rap for gratitude
Don't remember your name after I get the shot
Don't get loud, bitch, I'll tie your lips in a knot
Delray, Detroit, Southwest Military
Leavin' freaks hangin' like a motherfuckin' dingle berry
Yo, I like, I like big fat fucked up freaks
I'm waxin' that anus and I'm slappin' her butt cheeks
Ayo, the J stands for Joe
Violent straight up means that I'm a motherfuckin' psycho
Reputation like Jason on the southwest side
Shot forty-seven times, boy still ain't died
In the alley roads bumpin' gangster codes
Sellin' yayo part time sellin' stereos
Yeah, boy, and my tape comes with 'em
When I stole the radio, my tape was already in 'em
Life style of a motherfuckin' scalawag
Throw a fist if ya throw me a mag
I'll use it 'cause ya never know I'm packin' a gun
Straight up, young one, you don't want none, son
Fuck those talkin' shit, fuckin' seem to quit
Talkin' shit about the tape and don't make 'em say shit
Young Caucasians raisin' hell on our tape
Impersonate Violent J, I'll crush your head like a grape
Talk shit about my posse, hope you have a ball
When I see you, I'ma slam your fuckin' head in the wall
[Violent J (D-Lyrical):]
Intelligence and (Violence)
Intelligence and (Violence)
