Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Know, artist - Propaganda. Album song Out Of Knowhere, in the genre Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Record label: Capitol Christian
Song language: English
I Know |
| I’m a silent cyclone, split house and home |
| Slag Stalone Rocky five mike and I’m gone |
| Crack my own knee caps to stand all alone |
| Suffering from blow out your speaker syndrome |
| Propaganda, beware like a snake when he rattle |
| You’s a fake time waste, you ain’t suited for battle |
| I’m a black tunnel rat, boy I’m choking emotions |
| And rep the west coast, here to take over the ocean |
| Now put your eyes on panoramic view |
| So you can catch me cap to shoe |
| Cameras flash to trap the moves |
| But only got a glimpse of logo and the limp |
| A snarling fold of a lip, a story told to your kids |
| Does he exist? |
| Keep guessing |
| A myth so big, just to live, I gots to eat legends |
| If you less, you get spit |
| So make more hits, eat right, go 'head raise your weight |
| It’s an honor knowing I’m al by my all-time great |
| Y’all can’t underestimate |
| No army could ever infiltrate |
| No man can tell me who I am or tell me who I ain’t |
| Cause I know |
| Never a greater crew |
| You don’t agree, who asked you? |
| Keep your teeth together |
| Stay out my biz and your life may last you |
| I got the perfect purpose |
| Solo like a pilot |
| In calm we dropping bombs and flood islands |
| Two feet deep and drop in |
| Who can beat me and Props in top rock hopscotch? |
| In what? |
| You playing or you watching |
| You nine deep in line |
| The only champ to challenge us is eight at a time |
| I’m a rhyme right-hook upper-cut sucker punch |
| Respect when I bust, I ain’t asking for much |
| I’m that pit in your gut when grandmamma would cuss |
| I’ma channel it yelling Los Angeles, scandalous |
| Blood bath swimmer, rip an emcee to bits |
| Got the snare running scared, better lace up them kicks |
| Cause the heat come in waves when the beat plays |
| Gon' conjure up a verse for the Ancient of Days |
| For those who appreciate a love for the art |
| Hungry for the word and been down from the start |
| Your chance don’t miss, the future is this |
| So every time you diss, we gon' chant with a fist |
| Y’all can’t underestimate |
| No army could ever infiltrate |
| No man can tell me who I am or tell me who I ain’t |
| Cause I know |
| I’ma rap on the road for the control of the night |
| And offer my insight to a streetlight and a mic fight |
| Still better be careful cause it might bite |
| And offer my skills to roadkill men, that’s ill |
| Y’all wondering if my pen’s got venom in 'em |
| I sketch a chin check, you gon' swear that you feel 'em |
| My voice takes over your back seat subwoofer |
| Next you on the net yelling «How can I book ya?» |
| We ridiculous hot flowing, I’ll take over plot showing |
| Your ignorance illegal, now you’re knocked for not knowing |
| We don’t punish with rock throwing |
| If you’re caught slowing the program |
| You’ll be marked as a foe, sure to be broken |
| If the door’s closed, I’m climbing through windows |
| On the outside, you ain’t worried who’s cold |
| You been froze |
| Right, who playin' the game? |
| I’m running your life |
| If you married to the mic, just know I’m touching your wife |
| Y’all can’t underestimate |
| No army could ever infiltrate |
| No man can tell me who I am or tell me who I ain’t |
| Cause I know |