What I Know

Unlock ya locks and keep ya keys

The Pac in me got me thinkin' deeply

I got to shock

MC's wit my philosophies'

Cause I think very deeply

Where I come from, where you sweat ya pen up

Young gun representer from the epicenter

The microphone fienin' for a microphone

Before he knew what a microphone mean

Wit them four pounds and they soundin' them off

And them slugs, get them thugs and the ground, get the chalk

Niggaz hearts is dissolvin', involved in

What Fara

Khan and Jim

Brown couldn't solve

I'ma tell you what

I know, what

I knowIt's them boyz in the hood, it's always hard

You come talkin' that trash, they'll pull ya card

Who would have known, that the boy growin' up playin' them cards

Will soon know the music he wrote, it was so true

Who could raise me, after

I been amazed by

DreAnd N.W.

A. and you couldn't pay me

To back the staff for free,

I will believe

It ain't nothin' shady in the aftermath

Perhaps when you unwrappin' the plastic

You respect whatever you hear and ya styles is growin'

Them guys is clonin', them pioneers

Rappers wanna be classic, like they

Clef, Pras, and

WarrenI'ma tell you what

I know, what

I knowElvis was a hero to most, but he never meant shit to me

It's statements like that made me gauge, white, black, hate

To make me say,

I like when they fight back, they

Me and rap,

I vent myself

Leanin' back, not knowin' that

I meant myself

A lesson comin' fast, you dudes better catch it

Whenever the future answers ya questions from the past

And hold that,

I'm spillin' these cold raps'

Cause I am a throwback, you feelin' the soldier

And keep tryin', to keep up wit the kind of guy

That'll play you until they fatally say that the game's over

I'ma tell you what

I know, what

I knowOh my

God, I destroy cities like the

BlobGoin' from city to city, seein' who

I can robGoin' from makin' them poems up, in my garage

Then goin' on major tours wit, me and my squad

Goin' from listenin' to

Reggie, to meeting him

Wit my palms sweaty, to him, telling me

I'm deadly

Goin' from likin', to spray the club after a night

That didn't go my way, to plug a writin' for

DreYou damn right

I was raised, the amazin' handwritin'

On the same page, that you can't type on

So I black out, the usual same way

The old fashion rap, 'til it's no lights on

I'ma tell you what

I know, what

I know