They Don't Know

Hook:

They don't, I'm telling you they don't know who I am/

They don't, I'm telling you they don't know how I jam/

They don't, I'm telling you they don't know what I do/

They don't, I'm telling you they don't have a damn clue/

 

Verse 1:

I can fight all I want, I can say what I need/

But with the hate weighing me down I can't be free/

I can try to be you or I can try to be me/

But if I try to be who I'm not, I've found the key/

Mainstream success, selling out to the masses/

Sitting at the top, but still kissing asses/

And like molasses, I slowly descend/

Back to the pit of pain that never ends/

But I'll find a medium, a place to be free/

Where I can rap without success and without misery/

And I can craft my art to a perfect letter t/

And when I give you the glasses, then you'll finally see/

Through the walls that the music builds up around me/

And by that point, to a certain degree/

I hope you'll know me more than a stupid, average emcee/

 

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Verse 2:

People think they got me pegged, got me all figured out/

But when I walk by their asses on the street they don't shout/

Always quiet till I can't see, Hating cause we can't meet/

Cause they know I'll kick their asses on the street before they even see it/

Actions speak louder than words/

That's why my actions send pussies flying like birds/

And my words get them shifting in their chair cause they can't accept/

The wisdom of my words with the flow that makes a track wet/

And the beats always riding so heavy set/

Boom-clap, do you got your head banging yet?/

You like my newest album, I bet/

The only reason I'm at the bottom is cause I'm a fucking threat/

To every other rapper on the market who spits jelly/

Then they go suck the corporate meat like they in a deli/

Oh shit, does that get you mad/

The only thing that's mad is my whip and my pad/

 

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