Static - Who You Know? Lyrics

Anonymous killer
Autonomous nigga
All of that confidence in him is why he a winner
You opposite living
Come with that dominance prolly could stop a Gorilla
I'm sorry Magilla
A King and a Kong ain't the same I can promise they different

I'ma have all of you sitting there hollering
Lil nigga think he balling
I'm calling em out on the bull shit
Get a full clip in the pen and let off on em
Call me a tutor cuz you got a problem
I'm finna solve it
You don't want this
You may just end up in a coffin
I'm the undertaker, dig another grave for rappers that don't even know that they lost yet

Another degenerate
Think he got the better rhetoric
Claiming he here for the betterment
Isn't he generous?
Letting off on every limerick
Severing ligaments off of you idiots
Why he gotta sound so ignorant?
Thought that we might be hearing something different
Time for me to get belligerent
Trigger finger getting itchy I'm hitting it

I ain't talking bout barbiturates
Sipping liquor with no end to it
But all that shit I must be into it because I'm way to dope with this delivery
Who is that on the auxiliary?
Spitting that heavy artillery
Everybody else is history
Don't know what happened it's another mystery

Someone call up Scooby-Doo
Maybe Blue to find a clue
Sherlock Holmes, get him on the phone
Maybe he could tell you what to do
When the clock would go off for the dude
Y'all niggas just hit the snooze
But the problem with that is I kept coming back
Now I'm here dismissing you

Y'all wasn't ready
You nervous, you sweating
I'm evil and deadly
I go for the head
Ain't on one I'm on many
I hop on the Yeti
The beat'll get messy
I lay it to rest

Whoever can get it
Wherever, whenever
Whatever the weather
They'll never be better
Forever be lesser
I bring in the terror
No effort

But still they don't wanna acknowledge the kid

They say look at my neck, look at my wrist
Look at my pad, look at my whip
Look at my stuff, look at my shit
Look it he mad, look it he pissed
Look at my bag, look at my grip
Look at my that, look at my this
Look at my stuff, all of my shit
Why are you mad? Get off my dick

Y'all so materialistic
What happened? Guess I must've missed it
It's Rollie's and Hoes and packing the bowl
I'm sick of these characteristics
You chasing the clout and I'm sick of it
You beefing for nothing, ridiculous
But you niggas need gimmicks to get it, I get it
Everyone can't go ballistic

Who you know that do it like I do it?
Never losing when I'm moving
I'ma do it fluid, I'ma do it stupid
Ain't nobody who is better suited studio, but you really better move it
Man I didn't wanna do it but I will
If I gotta kill just to make a deal with em
Skill in what I'ma spill into your dominion
Ill when I'm in the field tryna make a million
Still they don't even feel it when I'm being real with em

Facts
They don't want me talking like that
They just want a gun in my lap
And a girl on my sack
And the police to be right on my back
And for me to catch a nigga that's lacking
Put him in a casket
That shit put a nigga's case in a basket
Ask him if he thought his life would be at this
Tragic, make him wanna play up in the traffic
They be like "He bat shit, put him in a jacket"

Ever since I was a youngin
I was dreaming bout the hundreds
And the penty with the view
Boy I been ready for the top floor
Stacking paper to the ceiling
Making money by the million
Ain't enough
That's why I'm tryna make a lot more
Tell the people that I'm ready
Never shaking, aiming steady
Can you tell me
What you roll up on my block for?
Teaching all of you a lesson
Listen up, the class in session
Got professors taking notes up off the blackboard

I see y'all lurking
That's certain
Stay searching for brand new verses
Words only perfect when I exert them
Lay my sermon and they converging
Heard my version and they converting
Making magic my name is Merlin
This incursion encourages vermin desertion
I'm burning the burdens
I'm urging the murder of persons that's turning a profit for worse

Purging the circus, put clowns in a hearse
Urking em but I don't care that they hurt
Closing the curtains and curving em
They wanna flirt with the devil they gonna get burned
Feel the girth of the earth in the verse
And I'm sure that I'll never be worse than the first
I will learn from the dirt how to work until I can sit back and relax or get kicked to the curb

Finding my place been a difficult search
Hoping one day that the mind and the heart and the soul and the body eventually merge
Never been one for the Mollies or Percs
Never succumb to it I only learn
I'll never fall to the dark of the heart
I'll just harness the power in every word

Never be worried
No longer the business
Feel like Tom Cruise on impossible missions
Better not blink cuz you'll probably miss it
You take your time, I do mine with a quickness
Tryna find something to help with the image
Trying to focus by blurring the picture
Can't help but think that it's something I'm missing
Now I'm just hoping that anyone listens