Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Knownots, artist - Aceyalone. Album song All Balls Don't Bounce Revisited, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.03.2019
Record label: That Kind of
Song language: English
Knownots |
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 |
Wherever you from where ever you goin |
I’m 'on' put you up on this here cause youse not knowin |
Verse One: |
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 babboon |
On the way to the moon w/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 sha-bob-a-lob-a |
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 |
Verse Two: Abstract Rude |
Immediately exceeding the reality of normality |
By radically and automatically startin' off rapidly |
Rap w/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' w/that Watts up you know what I’m sayin' |
It’s like I ain’t even tryin' to understand why people comin' at me |
W/that nonsense |
They ain’t knowin' |
Verse Three: Aceyalone |
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 Ganjah 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 Kiilu 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 tho |
They ain’t even tryin' to know |
Check this out |
Verse Four: Mikah 9 |
I and I echo with old sentiments |
Rudimentary tenements |
House reverberates |
Richochets to small invertebrates |
Even all these spineless jellyfish |
Rhyme-less bass with no taste jazz |
Enthusiastic spastic hemophiliacs |
Memorabilia or acting siliac sense (less)milia |
Minature expenditures |
Spine tingling adventures |
Keenly architechtures |
Of a lecture |
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 Bull Mastiff mix |
Where Rottweiler 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' |