Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yudontknow , by - The Grouch. Song from the album F*ck The Dumb, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 22.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Yudontknow |
| What can I say? |
| Something that you’ve never heard before |
| What can I do? |
| Something that you’ve probably never seen |
| Who can I be? |
| Someone who you’ve not yet met |
| Got respect from a few but, what am I to you? |
| When you view this emcee, do you know what motivates him? |
| Why some people like him and, others spend time hatin? |
| Friends I’m waitin for the answers, I came with questions |
| Do you know the answers, fuck it, I got the lessons |
| Impressions they be gettin made before I even spit a phrase |
| Or get a day’s worth of tolerance |
| To prove I’m hollerin susbtance |
| Had lessons in production |
| So when you suction to my shit I wonder did you feel the same way? |
| Are we on the same plane, are you just a Plain Jane |
| Trying to be Sade, with a poem and some olge'? |
| That’s Japanese for weed, I’m rather cultured, well traveled |
| Get the gavel weigh the evidence, my intelligence is evident |
| Peep the sentence structure, I’m bit and frustrated |
| Thoughts I hate a buster lost in the front row at my show |
| What do I know? |
| Something that you probably never learned |
| What do I like? |
| Something that you’ve never even tried |
| How can you front, if only you could understand the artform |
| Apart from the norm, we swarm, it’s natural |
| Born with my body like my name, I’m |
| Naughty with my fame take advantage I’m a hustler |
| Tussle with the best of men, always get the best of their |
| Impression when you thought that I was restin tryin to master my |
| Profession and my pasttime, same thing, but my name rings bells |
| Deck the halls with double L’s, that spells trouble — times eight |
| Smells great to my nostrils |
| I’m a fossil up to date, being studied but they can’t recreate |
| This soul, shit slow, gettin hold to copy mo' |
| Than sloppy stereotypes, into what’s right |
| Puttin you up like this, you might hear the song |
| But the point’s missed if the joint hits |
| And you don’t heed the words |
| «Bitch don’t you hear the music?» |
| How will it change, only if I take it on myself |
| How can you help, only if you learn and spread the wealth |
| How will it be, we’re gonna have to wait in time will see |
| Free thought I use a lot, I encourage y’all to join me |
| Destroyin fun is not my mission, I got ambition |
| Wishin crowds would listen got me fishin through the clouds |
| Tryin to be proud of who I am, it’s true I stand alone |
| Yet known to like attention just — want it for the right reasons |
| Mention me when you think: strong, silent, consistant |
| Persistant with my song spreadin knowledge, so distant |
| For common methods used yet effective as fuck |
| If you can’t see it comin duck we runnin mugs in ninety-eight |
| Lucky streaks up in my face struck like gold |
| Holdin your attention upon the music from here |
| It only gets more bold |
| Highlight it when I right it cause it’s tight |
| Not cause we’re alike or I’m white but I’m right |
| So who’s in the. |