Knock

Yo, this *******t keeps weighin me down, beatin me up
Like every days governed by Murphys Law
It never drops, but inside Im, tied up
In stress knots and chains and bills that aint 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 thats been already took me places
Fun Passes, loose changes, gum wrappers, maybe numbers
Battery covers to CD players, and thats it
I got some plastic
But cant even use it, the bad credits so drastic
Ask me bastard if Im signed, I rhyme sick
But ******s is quick to turn they back on spitters with ******s
Hit em with this, and ridiculous phrase flow that exit my lips
Hey yo, I mean my face, though
They still want chicks with ******* and ass out
My respect is worth more than your advance cash-out
Im *** *** you right in the ear
If these chicks did it youd be catchin gonorrhea
The only thing I spread is tinnitus
Just tryin to keep this *******t right
And for all of yall askin when my joint droppin
Watch me this year
Its like.
[CHORUS]
Hustles dont get knocked, except the ones that
****** with my business and dough, you can forget that
I told you once its not gangsta, its just right
Dont get it ******, I dont like to spit my ******* t twice
Keep your fake thuggin, afraid to get in fist fights
Glittery knuckles never made me *******ver, buckle never
Knocka, this how I getdown
Ima have to do that again, so yall can hear it
[CHORUS]
Thats what I said, yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah
[VERSE 2]
Its crazy how Im still catchin with no major distribution
Slice through like guillotines, Im 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 *******t like shes Afeni Shakur
Many of yall aint even worth a penny for thoughts
So I ignore the rumors and the biters
More than yall ignore the Unsigned Hype in The Source
Peace to Steady Rock and Tyson [Name]
And a big ****** you to ***** ** 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 its got unlimited ammunition
I dare you to question, now theyll know Im dressin
So dont skip through the record
But if youre lookin for some *******t 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
Lets get on with it then