Intro - Clue: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Intro

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Intro was released on January 1, 2015 by Status Music Ent as a part of the album Leave No Clue

Song Details

AlbumLeave No Clue

Release DateJanuary 1, 2015

LabelStatus Music Ent

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM100

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Clue

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Young Soul

Composer

Leon Morris

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Young Soul

Producer

mixedbyjocelin

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Emil, Emil, Prophet

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm back, you know who it is

It's the bad boy DJ LiveWire

And I'm introducing to you

The man like Clue

He's been gone for two years

It's been a fucking while

Last mixtape, Murder on Your Doorstep

But you see this one

We're gonna call this one Leave No Clue

I call this one a game changer

It's a new ting, Goodfellas, GF all day

You better endorse that ting

But do you know what?

I'm gonna let the big man come through

Tell you what's really good

It's your time Clue, tell 'em

**** lie, they don't ride when their **** do

My face hot, so them **** know I came for you

I brought gloves, Dames told me leave no clue (tell 'em)

Put my face out bait, you know Clue (gone)

I'm on arms like an elbow

Money got me seeing more birds than a scarecrow (tell 'em)

See we don't follow rules, we break laws (gone)

Massacre your brain with a chainsaw (gone)

The stick's like magic, if I squeeze the 4

I turn a man (ghost), Dumbledore

Whoever laughs last didn't get the joke

I could end your night with two 9s like I end a quote

A man on his knees is without hope (tell 'em)

Take a gun and go and kill yourself, Raoul Moat

I heard them **** got Ps so I bought the pumpy

I pushed the dummy off his bricks, Humpty Dumpty

And I'm a big kid with a new toy

One arm bigger than the other (tell 'em), Hellboy

And you're a good yout, you should focus (tell 'em)

Two words, multiple sclerosis (gone)

And I don't wear a suit and tie but I go to work

On the strip, all night long, Alexandra Burke

I push drugs like pianos, the keys, notes

So the trap house looks something like a ski slope

My worker got caught slinging in the trenches

Now I'm Alan Sugar looking for my next apprentice (tell 'em)

I travel up and down for my bread and butter (tell 'em)

I'm in the Rush Hour 2, Chris Tucker

I keep notes in my jeans, no wallet

I keep my darg by my side, no Gromit

Leave no clue 'cause the block is hot (gone)

Head top, red dot, bedrock (gone)

I won't need to travel from the beach just to bring the rock

**** know I'm spread about like acne, from spot to spot

I connect lines like dot to dot

See I've been through more rice than a Chinese shop

I get money everyday, hustling block to block (gone)

Might navigate my worker from shot to shot (tell 'em)

See **** know my rules, if they steal my gwop

I will treat your head like a convertible and drop your top (gone)

Police know my name, now they know my story

They put my name next to guns like that boy Cory

**** stunting with their tool but I ain't impressed

Get the sound from your burner like DBS (gone)

I say what I say and that's the way to be

But **** know I'm on arms like a BCG

Some say the best things in life are free

I just need some air time like the BBC

See the swagger's on point, kicks PVC

No angels in my town, no PDC

Just stick up kids from S dot to JCT

No half-hearted crooks, no HDC

These **** still living off that past shit

Couldn't care who you killed, my **** don't arse lick

Either way you find yourself on the path prick

Present with the strap or old school you get your arse kicked (gone)

I'm inside the club, metal's what I dance with (tell 'em)

The stick's outside in your car on some park shit

My **** grins, eager just to spark shit

I took it from my shoulder in the bag and then I passed it (gone)

I'm on some bare face tip, no mask shit (gone)

That's how I got caught and got charged quick (gone)

You're thinking that your name rings bells

Like the corn in my burner won't aim, squeeze L

I'm trapping everyday, I get them mainstream sales (gone)

Tryna make the paper like them Page 3 girls (gone)

Living on the beach, all I do is see shells

Married to Tanita, all I do is feed scales

I grew up on estates, they weren't a lot to do (tell 'em)

Clueless to most things so they call me Clue

Who would've thought that one eighth that I planned to move

Would've turned into two lines and a box of food (gone)

Addicted to the hustle and the profit too (tell 'em)

The 4's got a kick back like Buckaroo

See if it didn't plan out then I was gone forever (tell 'em)

But you know they say better to be late than never

I help my **** out to try and feed my team (gone)

My dons know I cut paper like a guillotine (tell 'em)

I put the burner in the bag then drive through your hood

My gun follows me around like a stalker would (gone)

Easy

See what I'm telling you

He's back with a vengeance

And that's just the intro

We ain't even started the mixtape yet

That's what I'm telling you, Leave No Clue

It's gonna get serious around here, uh

Written by: Guatavo Lazo, Hannah Snook

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