| you bumrush , but ain't got no bombs that explode. | |
| it's your 'object of envy' , the next episode. | |
| you wanted 'a new hope' , a group that sounds dope, | |
| a bunch of freaks everyone wants to know. | |
| that was then and now you atakk, | |
| so it's a fact that my 'empire will strike bakk' | |
| r.o.n.i., returns like the jedi, | |
| with one fukkin'lookin'and one damn dead eye. | |
| the lookin's for my people and the dead one's for the idiots that love | |
| to stikk their fingers in the inside of my head. | |
| they d.i. double-g.i.n. i. n. my twisted brainwaves til' they found | |
| what they've been lookin'for,to drive me mad.. | |
| please,give me no room to breathe,no corner to rest, | |
| no drop of water to wash away the stress... | |
| i'll stay down and dirty and do what the fukk i do best ... | |
| i hit 'cha right in the chest... | |
| YOU KNOW NOTHING!! | |
| you say i sukk on the microphone? | |
| YOU KNOW NOTHING!! | |
| but never listened to the words i call my own! | |
| my reasons for this are completly wrong? | |
| but i will do this til' the day that i'm gone!! | |
| YOU KNOW NOTHING!! | |
| you say i get no respect? | |
| YOU KNOW NOTHING!! | |
| i get a lot and i pay it bakk! | |
| you pump your fist and you want to smakk me? | |
| it's not my fault that your girl's gone.. | |
| pooh...save all your drama for your friends. | |
| you knew how to start trouble,but only i know how it ends. | |
| your ex-girl's jokin' , your nosebone's broken, | |
| not by my fist but by the words that i'm spoken. | |
| i told everyone chekk my lyrical-content. | |
| it sounds funny it don't mean that it's nonsense! | |
| you can't read between the lines but put lines in between. | |
| you chekk yourself,but don't chekk what i mean!! | |
| everybody seem to be intelligent enough to see the blood and sweat and tears | |
| that we had put into this game. | |
| so why the h.e.double-l. you try to f.u.double-k with us | |
| and make 4-l.y.n. the ones who are to blame?? | |
| give me no room to breathe,no brandnew start... | |
| what you do turns what i do into art.. | |
| you fukked with wrong man,with the wrong squad... | |
| guess who pulls your card when it's time to play hard! | |
| YOU KNOW NOTHING!! | |
| you say that we sell the hell out? | |
| YOU KNOW NOTHING!! | |
| chekk the difference of 'sell-a-lot' and 'sell out'! | |
| you say our world is made of glitter and gold, | |
| but the only thing that's golden is the mic that i hold!! | |
| YOU KNOW NOTHING!! | |
| a posin'copycat is what you call me?? | |
| YOU KNOW NOTHING!! | |
| but dont't know for how long i m.cee!! | |
| none of us got mad chadder or blink-blink, | |
| just one love for this thing... | |
| YOU KNOW NOTHING!! | |
| YOU KNOW NOTHING!! | |
| you say our world is made of glitter and gold, | |
| but the only thing that's golden is the mic that i hold!! | |
| YOU KNOW NOTHING!! | |
| YOU KNOW NOTHING!! | |
| my reasons for this are completly wrong? | |
| but i will do this til' the day that i'm gone!! |