Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Act Like You Don't Know, artist - Skillz. Album song The Million Dollar Backpack, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.07.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Don't Act Like You Don't Know |
I’m a be Big like Pac with a Notorious theme |
+All Eyez On Me+, 'til it was «all a dream» |
Who you are don’t phase me, my shit still amaze me |
My bars lit bars, man they cope me crazy |
Cats can’t phase me and most don’t try kid (nope) |
All you gon' see is the back of your eyelids (woo!) |
Kill that he say, she say, still VA |
But right now I’m with that +Philadelph' Freeway+ |
Get 'em Free |
What we do and why we do it |
It’s young Philly and my rhymes the sickest, flow is the truest |
Shine high-definition, better get with the movement |
Got them haters outside, online with the pickets |
Yeah, I’m on grind, online with the business |
Ww.freeway, at last, I’m a cow for the cash |
New +Disco Inferno+, on point with the burners |
And blast! |
Don’t act like you don’t know |
You facin, the ball chasin, «Friday the 13th», tryin to face the fire (come on) |
And these youngin’s want to act like Michael on «The Wire» (uh) |
'Til they realize Michael just an actor on «The Wire» (uh) |
God damn Free, we done dropped another one (woo!) |
I spit train wrecks, who tryin to stand in front of one? |
(come on) |
Get chopped, get screwed, man these dudes better move |
I wouldn’t play cause |
(You only knew) |
We in the building! |
(early) (don't act like you don’t know) |
These niggas actin like (HEEEEEEEY!) (Haha) |
Free get cash, whip ass |
Ike Turner (yep!), whip whips through the city, nothin less than the S class |
Yeah, I’m up in the best class, you can’t last |
Rumble In The Jungle, I’m Ali in Zaire |
Mike Jackson, the +Man in the Mirror+ |
Y’all queers cause your man in the mirror won’t blast! |
(uh uh) |
Y’all busted, you all out of gas |
While me and Skillz does it with a hustler’s spirit |
Come on |
(Freeway) |
Near it, build the track up and I tear it (uh) |
God dammit, I’m like Sean Garrett with the lyrics |
If you want it, you got to make it clear to me (come on) |
Killer mean muggin, cause he ain’t scarin me (nope) |
We here, you see the dude starin Free? |
He look thug? |
(Naw, he look like Ciara to me) |
I promise, (he slow), yep, we get him and then we go |
What he playin games for? |
(Freeway) — w/ ad libs |
Don’t act like you don’t … |
Free they gon' catch you? |
(No) |
You let 'em stress you? |
(No) |
If the cops come, you gon' let them arrest you? |
(No) |
Why not? |
(Cause I’m too damn sick when I spit) |
(We can do this all night long) |
(You gon' let 'em diss you?) No |
(Can they out spit you?) No |
(If they ever comin for you, will they get you?) No |
(Why not?) |
Cause I’m just that hot |
So sick, we can do this all night long |
He still heat droppin, he chief rocker |
Number one, I’ve been doin this since niggas in the streets was beatboxin |
Know he bobbin, he boxin |
If he lose ain’t shit but a bruise, next day keep boxin |
I will CL Smooth, he Rock and, he knockin |
When they reminisce over you, for my dear partners |
Turn my music up loud, turn my TV low |
Then I blow, then load my Tecmo Bowl cartridge |
This ain’t pop playboy, what you doin in here? |
(uh huh) |
I came in when Run held that shoe up in the air (yep) |
That’s when groups wore suits, hit the stage prepared (yeah) |
'Fore Snoop sat his ass in that electric chair |
Yeah (uh), uh, I got the Roc in here |
Make it stop (uh), make it rain (uh), make it drop in here |
I can not be seen when it comes to the flow |
Real talk yo (yo) |
— w/ ad libs |
We in the building (early) |
These niggas actin like (HEEEEEEEY!) |
('ow, 'ow, 'ow, 'ow, 'ow, 'ow) |
(Don't act like you don’t know) |
('ow, 'ow, 'ow …) |