Jean Grae - Knock Lyrics
[ VERSE 1 ]Yo, this shit keeps weighin me down, beatin me upLike every day's governed by Murphy's LawIt never drops, but inside I'm, tied upIn stress knots and chains and bills that ain't paidI damn near work for Dun & BradstreetKeep a bank card and a wallet for show, I hate empty spacesFill 'em with MetroCards that's been already took me placesFun Passes, loose changes, gum wrappers, maybe numbersBattery covers to CD players, and that's itI got some plasticBut can't even use it, the bad credit's so drasticAsk me bastard if I'm signed, I rhyme sickBut niggas is quick to turn they back on spitters with clitsHit em with this, and ridiculous phrase flow that exit my lipsHey yo, I mean my face, thoughThey still want chicks with tits and ass outMy respect is worth more than your advance cash-outI'm *****in you right in the earIf these chicks did it you'd be catchin gonorrheaThe only thing I spread is tinnitusJust tryin to keep this shit rightAnd for all of y'all askin when my joint droppinWatch me this yearIt's like.[ CHORUS ]Hustles don't get knocked, except the ones that***** with my business and dough, you can forget thatI told you once it's not gangsta, it's just rightDon't get it *****ed, I don't like to spit my shit twiceKeep your fake thuggin, afraid to get in fist fightsGlittery knuckles never made me shiver, buckle neverKnocka, this how I get downI'ma have to do that again, so y'all can hear it[ CHORUS ]That's what I said, yeah yeahYeahYeah[ VERSE 2 ]It's crazy how I'm still catchin with no major distributionSlice through like guillotines, I'm precise with a executionThe definition of artist, past the hype and the businessSo I paint the track like a canvas in post-impressionist styleTime keeps gettin postponed like Emmy AwardsMy moms cataloguin my shit like she's Afeni ShakurMany of y'all ain't even worth a penny for thoughtsSo I ignore the rumors and the bitersMore than y'all ignore the Unsigned Hype in The SourcePeace to Steady Rock and Tyson [Name]And a big ***** you to ***** Chris Lombardi at MatadorAnd every A&R that turned me downProps to kids who stayed loyal since "Baseball" droppedAnd copped the underground, see, the barrel was facin meNow I turn the gun around and it's got unlimited ammunitionI dare you to question, now they'll know I'm dressinSo don't skip through the recordBut if you're lookin for some shit to bump in the ride, you should check it[ CHORUS ]Alright, alrightOne more timeOne more time[ CHORUS ]WhatWhatWhatWhatWhatGet it?Got it?GoodLet's get on with it then
