Knock lyrics

[ VERSE 1 ]

Yo, this shit keeps weighin me down, beatin me up

Like every day`s governed by Murphy`s Law

It never drops, but inside I`m, tied up

In stress knots and chains and bills that ain`t paid

I damn near work for Dun & Bradstreet

Keep a bank card and a wallet for show, I hate empty spaces

Fill `em with MetroCards that`s been already took me places

Fun Passes, loose changes, gum wrappers, maybe numbers

Battery covers to CD players, and that`s it

I got some plastic

But can`t even use it, the bad credit`s so drastic

Ask me bastard if I`m signed, I rhyme sick

But niggas is quick to turn they back on spitters with clits

Hit em with this, and ridiculous phrase flow that exit my lips

Hey yo, I mean my face, though

They still want chicks with tits and ass out

My respect is worth more than your advance cash-out

I`m fuckin you right in the ear

If these chicks did it you`d be catchin gonorrhea

The only thing I spread is tinnitus

Just tryin to keep this shit right

And for all of y`all askin when my joint droppin

Watch me this year



It`s like.



[ CHORUS ]

Hustles don`t get knocked, except the ones that

Fuck with my business and dough, you can forget that

I told you once it`s not gangsta, it`s just right

Don`t get it fucked, I don`t like to spit my shit twice

Keep your fake thuggin, afraid to get in fist fights

Glittery knuckles never made me shiver, buckle never

Knocka, this how I get down



I`ma have to do that again, so y`all can hear it



[ CHORUS ]



That`s what I said, yeah yeah

Yeah

Yeah



[ VERSE 2 ]

It`s crazy how I`m still catchin with no major distribution

Slice through like guillotines, I`m precise with a execution

The definition of artist, past the hype and the business

So I paint the track like a canvas in post-impressionist style

Time keeps gettin postponed like Emmy Awards

My moms cataloguin my shit like she`s Afeni Shakur

Many of y`all ain`t even worth a penny for thoughts

So I ignore the rumors and the biters

More than y`all ignore the Unsigned Hype in The Source

Peace to Steady Rock and Tyson [Name]

And a big fuck you to bitch Chris Lombardi at Matador

And every A&R that turned me down

Props to kids who stayed loyal since "Baseball" dropped

And copped the underground, see, the barrel was facin me

Now I turn the gun around and it`s got unlimited ammunition

I dare you to question, now they`ll know I`m dressin

So don`t skip through the record

But if you`re lookin for some shit to bump in the ride, you should check it



[ CHORUS ]



Alright, alright

One more time

One more time



[ CHORUS ]



What

What

What

What

What



Get it?

Got it?

Good



Let`s get on with it then
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