Knock, Knock

I'm the obscene slang kicker with no parental sticker

Advising y'all that wise words is much slicker

Under circumstances, label advances

Ample opportunity, infinite chances

To rhyme, so unrelated beef I don't stress

I seen many killed for infinitely less

Ya raps need a clips that packed with lies

Cowardice-ly, you shot up those innocent bys

In extra long verses hundred bars the lim'

The percentage of the truth in the rhyme is one tenth

A solid mass of minerals, easily broke down

Hard rock MC's, ya nothin' but compound

Sparked by the endless greed of CEO's

In the videos with those questionable flows

Take it twenty-six, cut it down to four bars, make it a hook

If it's not on the song, it's in a book

Knock, knock

Who the **** is bangin' at my door?

Is it abstract commercial or hardcore?

Better know who the **** they lookin' for

'Cause they don't want more

Yo knock, knock

Who the **** is bangin' at my door?

Is it abstract commercial or hardcore?

Better know who the **** they lookin' for

They don't want more

The cream of the crop we run circles that remain symmetrical

With lightnin' victories that's highly electrical

My microphone is just too hot to handle

Plus I don't fill ya ears with the pitters or scandals

I gift wrap the sawed-off, the DJ pump it

March to the sounds of Armstrong's trumpet

Great things satisfied great minds

You want me to paint scenes, describe it in eight lines, check it

Conceptional breakthrough, incomprehensible

Rap that make you convinced it's invincible

Lease up my words, powerful hazardous

The most dedicated, research and data this

Info tempo is gatherin' momentum

A thousand rounds of ammo, wonderin' who sent them

Applied science to, vocals we flyin' through

Victorious always because I am who?

Knock, knock

Who the **** is bangin' at my door?

Is it abstract commercial or hardcore?

Better know who the **** they lookin' for

'Cause they don't want more

Yo knock, knock

Who the **** is bangin' at my door?

Is it abstract commercial or hardcore?

Better know who the **** they lookin' for

They don't want more

I wrote this rhyme with a Sharpie

You see this dark key ignition's for those with keys

Who want to start me up

That's where nature and nightmare come merge

When you're holdin' so much inside ya gotta splurge

On these snakes with the things that poke through your denim

When ya move, it accelerates, the action of the venom

But the purity and sacrifice gettin' stung twice

From those who load dice, to target is G Grice

'Cause rhyme travelers are light years beyond

The Clan had a bomb that made the world respond

Considerin' my own future, I'm used to

Damagin' MC's then parlayin' with producers

Whose name makin' cereal from two tracks of stereo

Hope that song's playin' weak ass material

We all peak at a singular point in time

'Till you see the sign, **** resign

Knock, knock

Who the **** is bangin' at my door?

Is it abstract commercial or hardcore?

Better know who the **** they lookin' for

'Cause they don't want more

Yo knock, knock

Who the **** is bangin' at my door?

Is it abstract commercial or hardcore?

Better know who the **** they lookin' for

They don't want more