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Royce Da 5'9'
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What I Know
作词:Ryan D Montgomery, Robert F. Tewlow
Unlock ya locks and keep ya keys The Pac in me got me thinkin' deeply I got to shock MC's wit my philosophies 'Cause I think very deeply
Where I come from, where you sweat ya pen up Young gun representer from the epicenter The microphone fienin' for a microphone Before he knew what a microphone mean
Wit them four pounds and they soundin' them off And them slugs, get them thugs and the ground, get the chalk Niggaz hearts is dissolvin', involved in What Fara Khan and Jim Brown couldn't solve
I'ma tell you what I know, what I know
It's them boyz in the hood, it's always hard You come talkin' that trash, they'll pull ya card Who would have known, that the boy growin' up playin' them cards Will soon know the music he wrote, it was so true
Who could raise me, after I been amazed by Dre And N.W.A. and you couldn't pay me To back the staff for free, I will believe It ain't nothin' shady in the aftermath
Perhaps when you unwrappin' the plastic You respect whatever you hear and ya styles is growin' Them guys is clonin', them pioneers Rappers wanna be classic, like they Clef, Pras, and Warren
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Elvis was a hero to most, but he never meant shit to me It's statements like that made me gauge, white, black, hate To make me say, I like when they fight back, they Me and rap, I vent myself Leanin' back, not knowin' that I meant myself
A lesson comin' fast, you dudes better catch it Whenever the future answers ya questions from the past And hold that, I'm spillin' these cold raps
'Cause I am a throwback, you feelin' the soldier And keep tryin', to keep up wit the kind of guy That'll play you until they fatally say that the game's over
I'ma tell you what I know, what I know
Oh my God, I destroy cities like the Blob Goin' from city to city, seein' who I can rob Goin' from makin' them poems up, in my garage Then goin' on major tours wit, me and my squad
Goin' from listenin' to Reggie, to meeting him Wit my palms sweaty, to him, telling me I'm deadly Goin' from likin', to spray the club after a night That didn't go my way, to plug a writin' for Dre
You damn right I was raised, the amazin' handwritin' On the same page, that you can't type on So I black out, the usual same way The old fashion rap, 'til it's no lights on
I'ma tell you what I know, what I know
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