Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song U Know , by - Timeless TruthRelease date: 18.02.2016
Song language: English
U Know |
| Underpromise and overdeliver |
| Steppin' to Timeless and get left holdin' your liver |
| Roll with the winners born sinners |
| Beg the lord will forgive us |
| Because we tired of them cold winters |
| Lukewarm dinners… |
| It’s only the beginning, but we ain’t no beginners |
| Hard for you to make claims and say you know this feeling |
| Our feet planted on the granite while you kneeling |
| Heat slanted for straigh killing |
| Stash up in the ceiling |
| That’s half a million |
| Crashing your shindig and leave an imprint |
| Think big and win big, see that’s the difference |
| Murder for that Murdoch money |
| Enlightenment that’s woven in inside the writing |
| For your third eye, thunny |
| Fly jackets with mad patches like aviators |
| Surrender when the service rendered |
| Never let them pay me later |
| Gladiator, the cream color Bally be the Bailey flavor |
| Watch them friendly neighbors, study they behaviors |
| We Queens saviors kid, in here to take this… |
| Think you know? |
| Nah son, Think Twice |
| Never seen kids on the mic that’s this nice |
| Pens that write with the blood of Christ |
| Roll of the dice the way we live life |
| Rare pieces for all seasons you breath weakness |
| My presence the closest you get to meeting Jesus |
| No lottery I’m buying property on beaches |
| Camaraderies with Fortune 500s forming monopolies |
| Pop a cork, Panamera Porches, gorgeous |
| Guard the fortress you fucking with grown men |
| Stone grin the ammunition get flown in |
| This is the COLD WAVE we leaving you frozen |
| The chosen you vics for hunting season |
| Just for cheesin' Polo fleeces get taken like Liam Neeson |
| Blue Label Johnny, Purple Label trench |
| Time Truth play to win while you play the bench |
| Chasing ends like we gunning for the finish line |
| Bennetton treat the rhyme like it’s dinner time |
| Scott Summer vision, keep the Polo vintage |
| This a scrimmage you with chillin in the village |
| Out in Queens you ain’t lastin' like Milledge |
| Run with killers who pillage |
| Four wheelers with panoramic ceilings |
| Front with riches for bitches, your money tall as midgets |
| Crack a 40 for shorty trizzin' now she catching feelings… |
| You know the dealin’s |
| Claiming rap dudes on my W2s |
| Panoramic roof standard cruise, with the slammin' views |
| Toss the alley oop, rally troops, bet I’m nice |
| Leave’em hangin' like Vanilla Ice, never tell’em twice |
| We men of honour, dipped in the all Americana |
| Metal llama in the leather bomber |
| Knife specialist like Benny Hana |
| Turn hardbody brothers to hibachi when we settle drama |
| Jake got the place tapped like the Watergate (SCHEMING) |
| On the kid hopping out the quarter-eight (CATCH ME) |
| Sipping cabernet, catch a cab to the cabaret |
| Steady beaming like a gamma ray |
| Can’t buy class but you can cop the lecture |
| Verbal architecture for that we charge’em extra |
| Cop the drop at the dock and I’m gone and ock |
| I keep it hot, blow the spot without warning |