You Know It's About

歌手: Ka • 专辑:The Night's Gambit • 发布时间:2013-07-13
Your skills are now at the point of spiritual insight
 "So?"
 It is now time for you reclaim our lost honor
 "Yes, I understand"

 Rhymes known as limestone
 The flow is the grout
 They hear my voice
 They know it's about
 That pain, that gutter
 That 'caine, that flame, that butter (that butter, butter!)
 They know it's about

 This is how the night starts-

 Left behind my childish ways
 Deal in adult matters for petty pay
 Work every day like there's no Sabbath from Flatbush
 The crack push, get popped for 'lo fabrics
 We bubble and shovel to the snow addicts
 Porch archdiocese, each ave's its own parish
 This my pulpit and I don't preach no bull****
 Want beginner's luck? Slim bub for the full flip
 **** the planning; we stuck the landing
 Baggy clothes gladly tuck the cannon
 Nothing diminish the business of the scrambling
 Need spinach, we ain't finished till we handling
 (We ain't finished **** that)
 Never scraped the plate, ate it all
 Wanna reach for the ceiling? Play the wall
 We was boys on that back street
 Don't sing it, better bring it cause we pack heat
 Dumb smelly in the underbelly, trying to break through
 When slabs crush didn't have much, we made do
 When heaters flying leave you lying, I stayed true
 Might find at nighttimes our lifeline debut
 Curtains draw dirt poor but come work the store
 Person heard you snore on a tour? You get hurt for sure
 Nimble creeping, simple greeting's words of war
 A show of rough from "Yo what up?" Observe your door
 Recruit a hard shooting guard, stay on point
 They come for dinner it's a front and center display, long joint
 Keep your wolf tickets, only cowards bought it
 Here apes flex, you take steps and power forward
 They know it's about (yea)
 That pain, that gutter (that gutter!)
 That 'caine, that flame, that butter (that butter, butter!)
 They know it's about (they know it's about)
 None rival, my catalog's a slum bible
 Not the right course but with white horse, unbridled
 In the 'Ville pumping steel, hunt until we feel full
 Home cold as Poconos fill rodent holes with steel wool
 You capture your stature firing a full clip
 We line the street beefing, trying to eat dying for bull****
 With the toaster racked, it roast your fabric
 And friends if conflict ever ends we post traumatic
 Quote for better, wrote the letter, "Sincerely yours"
 To heal the sores, where the real is forged
 Pen fire, from empire to golden state
 I write it loud, incite a crowd, then motivate
 Couple infractions, scratching prose admitting it
 On quiet track rewrite that for those illiterate
 They know it's about
 That pain, that gutter
 That 'caine, that flame, that butter (that butter, butter!)
 They know it's about
 (They know it's about)
 Some are ready for action
 Some are not

 We need emotional content
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