| 歌曲 | Intellectuals |
| 歌手 | Sunz of Man |
| 专辑 | The Last Shall Be First |
| 作曲 : Cuffie, Harris, Hawkins, Smith ... | |
| Aiyyo Aiyyo, aiyyo | |
| The modern day, multi-rap, | |
| Penny Hardaway | |
| Allah's way, | |
| God's day, | |
| Range in the garage way | |
| Freak this, slap meat on this uniqueness | |
| Relax overseas status black beat your feet to this | |
| The grim style | |
| Role' sundial, | |
| Sun of a Man who went foul spent, ten thou' on jewels, 80 cent on | |
| Loud Slang lord, applaud, forty-eight up on the board | |
| Holdin the stainless plain sword witcha name on it | |
| Lord, burn em, ninety-eight degrees celsius | |
| Go for delf, no breaks, from stealth, crash it on the belt | |
| Almost lost the eagle, the diamond gem | |
| I paid 30 legal | |
| Crash the bird, cranberry regal | |
| Stepped off, double oh-eight style | |
| Bubble the tape out, real niggaz who kill bless the weight style | |
| The treasure map stash billions, smash a class of | |
| Sicilians | |
| Glassy watch flooded out for trillions | |
| A million dollar lawsuit, got paid and swayed you and floored you flowerhead niggaz lost you | |
| What? Faggots, come up over here | |
| [60 Second Assassin] | We got it all .. [unclear] |
| I know niggaz who carry guns like the same way the | |
| Earth keep in sunlight | |
| With no fight, snatch your ice, sell it in | |
| Crown Heights | |
| We grab mics, | |
| Malcolm X type, | |
| Israelites | |
| From the poor like, holy war type | |
| We got your lost wife | |
| Lovin me, fuck the bubbly, it's the drugs in me | |
| Cover me, | |
| I want his company, and all the currency | |
| They out to live luxury, cheat and lie, die comfortably | |
| Nautica Rugby's like | |
| Seagal Bugsy | |
| Y'all disgust me, | |
| Nia Long sisters want me | |
| A King David strong country, we still be hungry | |
| Too many rap braggarts back stabbers, abracadabras | |
| Get hit by the golden daggers (bring it!!) | |
| Chorus: U- | |
| God Intellectual, rhymin professionals | |
| Bring all the ladies, in my directional | |
| Intellectual, rhymin professionals | |
| Bring all the ladies, in our directional | |
| Intellectual, rhymin professionals | |
| Intellectual, rhymin professionals | |
| Intellectual, rhymin professionals | |
| Bring all the ladies, in our directional [Hell Razah] | |
| Inevitable, ? the rhymes, like sensible, yo | |
| And when I let go, the ninetieth amigos lessons be stressin the fact without question | |
| Determining who gives who, a slap to ? | |
| Bugging while smuggling, lyrics cold bumrushing | |
| Touching your brain leaving it, left, while recovering | |
| Tagged, by the fact they rap the daily contract and ac-cessory the best of me flipping ?void of fact pack? [U-God] | |
| My attitude is metal, | |
| I'm rotten to the veins | |
| Saber-toothed tiger in the booth still remains | |
| You see let it be let your soul feel free and disdain with the horror from the powers that be | |
| And it's grabbing me, jabbing me, stabbing me, imagine me trapped | |
| Fully packed anti, combat, gravity rap that the ? like attracts and, | |
| Hunchback chills | |
| The sinner's to gain reveal, | |
| Homicide Hill | |
| The thundersound underground, | |
| Plymouth Rock | |
| The loud mouth grouch in your house, | |
| Comstock The curser, verse with the worser thirster frantic | |
| [60 Second Assassin] | The felony's swellin me, tellin me to push the panic |
| Livin in the world today | |
| Makin room for our seeds to see a brighter day, who's to say real thug niggaz don't pray | |
| That's why we drop jewels, we drop jewels | |
| C'mon, livin in the world today | |
| Makin room for our seeds to see a brighter day, who's to say real thug niggaz don't pray | |
| That's why we drop jewels, we drop jewels [lots of various talking to the end] |
| zuò qǔ : Cuffie, Harris, Hawkins, Smith ... | |
| Aiyyo Aiyyo, aiyyo | |
| The modern day, multirap, | |
| Penny Hardaway | |
| Allah' s way, | |
| God' s day, | |
| Range in the garage way | |
| Freak this, slap meat on this uniqueness | |
| Relax overseas status black beat your feet to this | |
| The grim style | |
| Role' sundial, | |
| Sun of a Man who went foul spent, ten thou' on jewels, 80 cent on | |
| Loud Slang lord, applaud, fortyeight up on the board | |
| Holdin the stainless plain sword witcha name on it | |
| Lord, burn em, ninetyeight degrees celsius | |
| Go for delf, no breaks, from stealth, crash it on the belt | |
| Almost lost the eagle, the diamond gem | |
| I paid 30 legal | |
| Crash the bird, cranberry regal | |
| Stepped off, double oheight style | |
| Bubble the tape out, real niggaz who kill bless the weight style | |
| The treasure map stash billions, smash a class of | |
| Sicilians | |
| Glassy watch flooded out for trillions | |
| A million dollar lawsuit, got paid and swayed you and floored you flowerhead niggaz lost you | |
| What? Faggots, come up over here | |
| [60 Second Assassin] | We got it all .. unclear |
| I know niggaz who carry guns like the same way the | |
| Earth keep in sunlight | |
| With no fight, snatch your ice, sell it in | |
| Crown Heights | |
| We grab mics, | |
| Malcolm X type, | |
| Israelites | |
| From the poor like, holy war type | |
| We got your lost wife | |
| Lovin me, fuck the bubbly, it' s the drugs in me | |
| Cover me, | |
| I want his company, and all the currency | |
| They out to live luxury, cheat and lie, die comfortably | |
| Nautica Rugby' s like | |
| Seagal Bugsy | |
| Y' all disgust me, | |
| Nia Long sisters want me | |
| A King David strong country, we still be hungry | |
| Too many rap braggarts back stabbers, abracadabras | |
| Get hit by the golden daggers bring it!! | |
| Chorus: U | |
| God Intellectual, rhymin professionals | |
| Bring all the ladies, in my directional | |
| Intellectual, rhymin professionals | |
| Bring all the ladies, in our directional | |
| Intellectual, rhymin professionals | |
| Intellectual, rhymin professionals | |
| Intellectual, rhymin professionals | |
| Bring all the ladies, in our directional Hell Razah | |
| Inevitable, ? the rhymes, like sensible, yo | |
| And when I let go, the ninetieth amigos lessons be stressin the fact without question | |
| Determining who gives who, a slap to ? | |
| Bugging while smuggling, lyrics cold bumrushing | |
| Touching your brain leaving it, left, while recovering | |
| Tagged, by the fact they rap the daily contract and accessory the best of me flipping ? void of fact pack? UGod | |
| My attitude is metal, | |
| I' m rotten to the veins | |
| Sabertoothed tiger in the booth still remains | |
| You see let it be let your soul feel free and disdain with the horror from the powers that be | |
| And it' s grabbing me, jabbing me, stabbing me, imagine me trapped | |
| Fully packed anti, combat, gravity rap that the ? like attracts and, | |
| Hunchback chills | |
| The sinner' s to gain reveal, | |
| Homicide Hill | |
| The thundersound underground, | |
| Plymouth Rock | |
| The loud mouth grouch in your house, | |
| Comstock The curser, verse with the worser thirster frantic | |
| [60 Second Assassin] | The felony' s swellin me, tellin me to push the panic |
| Livin in the world today | |
| Makin room for our seeds to see a brighter day, who' s to say real thug niggaz don' t pray | |
| That' s why we drop jewels, we drop jewels | |
| C' mon, livin in the world today | |
| Makin room for our seeds to see a brighter day, who' s to say real thug niggaz don' t pray | |
| That' s why we drop jewels, we drop jewels lots of various talking to the end |