DESCRIPTION:
A special thanks to DJ Cussion & DJ Screwd for the cuts! Free download of this track here: http://soundcloud.com/verseatell
Lyrics:
(Verse 1: Que Theory)
We're not the ebony or ivory you touch with bare hands/
Standing by to watch the ball drop, a signaled fair catch/
We bum rush through any open door and peek through any window/
Contrast between our voices is the key to the crescendo//

The intellects, the product of a new equation intersects/
Solutions for a problem if your quotient doesn't come correct/
A break in this connection? Interrupted bandwidth/
Dedicated 20 fingers for the posse that you ran with//

The reuniting of the master and slave/
Pause. I hold the whip to rappers while he shackles the chains/
So whatever happened to Intel-X? A one time thing?/
Nah we're perfectionists and often have to go our ways//

The reuniting is in order to enforce the day of reckoning/
To apathetic bastards and the mercy that they're beckoning/
Right foot first, you couldn't equal to our measurements/
The X marks the spot, we're the key to where the treasure is//

(Verse 2: Toothpick)
Ayo lets call it apathy, wrote this while y'all was out and you half asleep/
In the midst of hope that ya'll be open from your fallacy/
Its such a travesty devotin more then half of me/
To show y'all how i feel, but y'all overloaded wit chastity/

You don't give a fuck, but this ain't optional/
A forceable act upon the people, and yea its probable/
The shit i spit ain't topical, but pick could give 2 shits/
About your ignorance so stop it ho, intelx we bout to go/

Man.. ever since i got in the business, i done been witnessin /
Some strange shit, clouded by digits/
Surrounded by bitches who sayin if i'm broke they cannot can't fuck wit me/
So whats that mean? to be condsidered dope i need a hundred G's//

What the hell happened to talent and skill/
I'm comin in this and restorin all the balance at will/
So fuck stackin a bill, how does it feel/
Happy to kill, any of wack faggot rappers for real, so whats the deal//

(Verse 3: Intel-X)
Two aristocrats returning to the era of the renaissance/
Robinhooding the rap genere to give it to hip hop/
And we are a perfect presentation of a temperament/
Pick is the pacifist but I'm surely not as generous//

We venemous, my mental complexion is like a tenement/
You jealous of the skills we embellish? you have my sentiments/
The sentences we sendin are evidence even heaven sins/
I-N-T-E-L-X, y'all relics we bound for eminence//

The X approaches infinity, limits do not exist/
The placement of a similie before the period hits/
A reminder in the event you haven't heard of it/
That VerseATell is acting as three heads of Cerberus//

I am mad and a tad bit bionic/
Watch me put together flows, see me rollin like i'm chronic/
Its ironic cuz the lyrics got my spirits in a higher place/
Try and hate..verseatell we comin up they fear us at inclining rates yea..//