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add-2 – knock knock lyrics

[produced by: khrysis]

[hook: add-2]
knock knock (who’s there?)
where we at? (over here)

[verse 1: add-2]
they say that the flow sinking in poison like michael bivins
ronnie and ricky tell bobby the new edition is add-2
n-gga who flow is colder than michigan
compet-tion can swim in whatever river the fish is in
i got lines like the c0ke head fisherman
this the frame of mind that they couldn’t put a picture in
might as well join us cause the chances of you beatin’ us
slimmer than james jr., [?] like [james sr.?], n-gga
tell khrysis it’s about to be a crisis
almighty like isis, sit ’em high as christ is
mean on these mic devices, i’m mean but i’m still the nicest
i’m mean with a sixteen, when a teen is gettin’ a license
n-gga, call me glue cause you stuck with me
turn critics mute, can’t [?] n0body out here can f-ck with me
i’m from the ‘go, i be schemin’ on your ho
have her tell me that she comin’ like i’m waiting at the do’

[hook]

[verse 2: add-2]
i’m back when these cats slacking, this pattern is all [mat?]
these rappers do not matter they little b-tches like madeline
add-2 is the one, as simple as mathematics
you better tell em to step or they leaving redder than kappas
or, redder than vader’s saber
since i mighta been planning on living major
homie i got flows that i drop that could stop foes
and havin’ these n-ggas runnin’ like rascals, snot nose
don’t trust these hoes, they’ll marry ya and they bury ya
speed it up, these hoes’ll marry and bury ya
this is lyrical rap, [?] on the [run?]
crowd squintin’ like pookie new jack back smokin’ the rock
they told me clean up the flow but i ain’t needing a mop
i put the verse to [?] bumping like small pox in your stereo
throwing out fire like i’m mario, burial, bringing flowers
i’ll (ooh!) k!ll ’em like terio
k!ll ’em like terio

[hook]

[verse 3: sundown]
ding dong ditchin’, i been pitching methamphetamine
walter white at my height, i’m making it rain
i was too hyped, the heisenberg slow ice for blue pill swallowers
i’m resurrecting everything i buried in my last year
knock knock the pop lock fiends
get an extra lung to breathe, they been smoking all my best pieces
jesus christ and i sacrifice for the game and yo
the [?] no surer flow for the two bolts
load them up to the top, just to weigh me on a scale
next the heavyweight dope sh-t, t–ter-tot a fat kid
lopsided close knit familia
the plot won’t flow without my flow, boat sink to the bottom in the undertow
they can’t f-ck with the team
asphyxiate the big nun and play sun never
it’s milton bradley and i p-ssionately p-ssed up that bullsh-t to play it smart
and i been gamin’ on the game, understand my name s-u-n
we gon’ spin one out my revolutionary next of kin
young k!lla, no sh-t for filla
still on my zone i drop a bomb like flex and let my compet-tion check my tone

[hook]

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