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Knownots Lyrics

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Aceyalone : Knownots Lyrics

Songwriters: Hayes, Edwin J; Wallen, Victor;

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This goes out to everybody in the whole wide world
Fresh coast gettin? rowdy
We don?t represent out west we signifyin?
We showin? out

And we about to tell y?all, what it?s all about
So as I ease back from this microphone
I?m a let it go to Aceyalone
Little somethin? like this

Check it out, people, whoever you are
Whoever you with, where ever you at
Where ever you from, where ever you goin'
I?m gon put you up on this here 'cause youse not knowin'

Let me take a little time out to holler at ya
You go get your partners 'cause I?m fit to drop a bug in your ear
See what we have here is, uh, ruh, yeah
The helluva ill type shit you fear

That?s cause we knowin' but you don?t really know
'Cause every nigga that call hisself rappin' don?t really flow
Really though, I?ll open up my mind and take you places you can?t go
I woulda been a catcher behind the plate but you can?t throw

'Cause you don?t know but you don?t hear me though
Yo, check this out
My body collapse in the raps
And snaps like a wild mongoose in a trap

Better watch your table manners, boy and give me room
I?m servin? shit, constantly tune
And laughin? like a ticklish baboon
On the way to the moon with a stick and a broom

And the cream of the crop, hip hop, 'cause we be
Crackin? the whip on the poppin?
Be pimpin? the whole punk block at the junk shop
Fellowship shop shape [unverified]

Sloppin? the side of a pig pen with the grape ape baboon
Wanna see this, Jack o? lantern panted
Planted ball that don?t bounce
Against the wall like you think

Well, thanks but no thanks, pranks or no pranks
I?m a let ?em know they can?t rank, bank or no bank
I would if I could but I can?t so I ain?t gon? stop flowin?
But I?ll put you up on this here 'cause you?s not knowin?

Damn, Acey, flay me, he kinda hittin? I ain?t bullshittin?
Written into the fellowship, you know freestyle
Meanwhile, back at the hall of justice
Abstract, bust this, this track ain?t for suckers

Immediately exceeding the reality of normality
By radically and automatically startin? off rapidly
Rap with me, come on, perk a little, work a little
In the middle nuclei, we are responding

Stimuli dim the lights, I gotta really grab you
'Cause you just not knowin? about flowin? I can climax to
You rap too short, too long, too slow, too fast
You lacks on point, you wrong, you won?t last

I?m up on a good foot, you?re out on a bad note
I?m dope, ice, fresh, automatic, oh, yes
Creatively talkin? about how I?m fadin? you vocally
Your mouth?s not openin?, man, you just not knowin?, damn

These niggas got me fucked up, aw, what up, Abstract Rude?
Rap dude, ain?t nobody fade the fresh coast
You know them heavyweights, you know, what I?m sayin?
That Ganja K, you know, what I?m sayin?

That dolla holla comin? with that
Watts up, you know, what I?m sayin?
It?s like I ain?t even tryin? to understand why people comin? at me
With that nonsense, they ain?t knowin?

See, I engineered it, I geared it, I steered it
I took it to the whole world and everybody cheered it
I hauled it, I, yes, y?all?ed it and they feared it
I called it, I outlawed it and they cleared it

Now I am I and it is it and that?s that
But ain?t that a bitch? It ain?t shit
Think, it ain?t all that, that they say
Forever and a day, to live and die in L.A., California, U.S.A.

But I am a universal soldier
Ok, walkin? through the party
Tryin? to find my way
Bumped into my main man, Ganja K

I gave a nigga a pound and he lit up a J
I took a hit and a half and got high and a hey
My coconut was mellow but my vision was gray
Looked on the dance floor and I seen my DJ

Cool hands, [unverified] grand, he knows what to play
So we headed for the booth to get the party on the way
Walkin? through the crowd, I heard somebody say, hey
It was Mikah 9, he said what up, double a?

Tryin? to make my pay, tryin? not to stray
But you know my forte, I let a sleepin? dog lay
We on that old missin? link
In between the baboon and the common man

They don?t understand though
They ain?t even tryin? to know
Check this out

I and I echo with old sentiments
Rudimentary tenements, house reverberates
Ricochets to small invertebrates
Even all these spineless jellyfish
Rhyme-less bass with no taste jazz

Enthusiastic, spastic hemophiliacs
Memorabilia or acting [unverified] senseless [unverified]
Miniature expenditures, spine tingling adventures
Keenly architechtures of a [unverified]

That blockade and bust dental caps and dentures
Hey, let?s start a new business venture
No, you?re not dreaming, I?ll be the pincher
The millimeter by millimeter, doberman boombastic mix

Where Rotweiller while a rhyme of
Graffiti traffic, autobiographic
Ethnic cleansing, benzing, lacing
Culture Oscars, inch by inch Deans and Costners

Who foster my rhythmic memories
Collectible sacks of my Mossberg and telebeam
Scope enemies with enemas
I?m leaving them helpless and hopeless like the
Running victim that falls in the scary cinema

Huh, huh, it was like three black guys
And they like had skills, yeah, skills
They were like kinda, kinda funky and fresh and stuff
Yeah, nigga, you just not knowin?