Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They Don't Know, artist - Spooks. Album song S.I.O.S.O.S.: Volume One, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.10.2012
Record label: Essential Media Group
Song language: English
They Don't Know |
Yeah come on chumps, y’all ain’t girl |
We pretty, we hit hard, we takin' over the world! |
Reminiesce, we takin' you back to your school days |
Hand us the mic and we flip it fifty million ways |
«They don’t know» |
Sloppy with your flows, you bore me at your shows |
Whack clothes and pitiful karaoke demos |
«They don’t know» |
Aight, you caught me stalkin', studios and stages |
Chasin' the outrageous |
Ecstatic sensations, I’m tragic trapped inside the pages |
Of melodramtic rages to dark to mention |
Over the fact most of these cats lack comprehension |
In other words: They Don’t Know |
I see 'em cringin' when Spooks mediate |
To penetrate the next dimension |
Ming rhymin' and singin' it, Spooks climbin' and bringin' it |
This black light’ll swallow your shine from diamond ringin' it |
How many times must I remind? |
The Spooks is killin' shit |
We on some thrillin' shit, nothin' but hits on my disc |
And I am witness to this, lyrical fitness and rip |
You still don’t know, so you’ll be frantic as we hijack the planet |
They Don’t Know |
We expose flows like no clothes and blow |
Chest full a holes with (???) |
I spit stormshadow and tomes that’s reminiscent of monks |
Blowin' up lungs with C4 laced in bones |
You mentally tour my rhyme book is covered in thorns |
«Some givin' a fuck» Some fuckin' hip hop like porn |
Booka-T testin' mc, a dumb mc, I said who’s the best mc |
You said «Young MC» |
Let me guess, you started rockin' hip hop in '88 |
«Naw naw man, it was like, it was like 19-» Nigga too late! |
I’m smackin' up cats to back slap crack in my hand |
Bitch blood bouncin' off of your dome and splatter your van |
Remineisce, we takin' you back to your school days |
Hand us the mic and we flip it fifty million ways |
«They don’t know» |
Open up your mind and you’ll find The Spooks in it |
Experimentally sick, pusin' the limits |
«They don’t know» (They don’t know!) |
(sung) |
Shoppin' for a deal with persistance |
Initially label heads were like «What is this?» |
It won’t get y’all from original to different |
Conceptual hip hop will be resistant |
The pendulum will swing back again |
Pass accept, now follow the trend |
Hard to believe, but easy to pretend |
Revolution (Revolution!) is why we began |
They don’t know (They don’t know) |
Too many soft niggas stress, try your best to same some hip shit |
Get caught up in these lyrics with me, you get your wig split |
You tired of me? |
Try me, can’t even stand beside me |
I be havin' people you study big up and high five me |
Forty million one thousand nine hundred and sixty two |
I’m irresistable, unpredictable and so is my crew |
Never accidental, everything I do is intentional |
Joe Davis, premeditated, creative and unconventional |
A lot of truth seekers are people peepin' for secrets |
Some assembly tryin' to find my Safe House |
And I got beef with everyone of you wannabe’s |
Tryin' to infiltrate my company |
You swear you know the business but actually you don’t know nothin' |
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah (Who dat?!) |
It’s the killer, ha ha ha (What?!) |
Niggas don’t hate me cause I’m fly (Come on!) |
I’m the one bankin' on driveby’s (Yeah!) |
I keep pleasure packed in my clever raps |
Once I sever the track, I’ma live inside a cheddar stack |
I don’t stutter once my tome shudder |
And I become the bone crusher, I scream on my own mother |
What a pimp, I roll with the gangsta limp |
In the cut, drinkin' wine, eatin' shrimp |
Yeah come on chump, y’all ain’t girl |
We pretty, we hit hard, we takin' over the world! |
Remineisce, we takin' you back to your school days |
Hand us the mic and we flip it fifty million ways |
«They don’t know» |
We can see us niggas, my crew is causin' you fear |
Spooks takin' it there, industry ain’t prepared |
«They don’t know» |