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knowmads – who are you? lyrics

[verse 1: cheef]
well i’m a big bad motherf-cker waiting for his time
i’m a millionaire scarface waiting for his line
i’m a million steps ahead of you piercing through the sky
many will follow but very few can fly
i’m a crazy cool kid thank you i’m doing fine
and i’ma keep seeing until i go blind
and i’ma keep breathing until my final sigh
and i’ma keep speaking until the day i die
i’m a worthless piece of sh-t, a hypocrite, a liar
i’m a v12 rocket car rolling on flat tires
i’m a alcoholic drunk waiting for a change
i’m a street smart hard worker waiting for his pay
i’m a ugly motherf-cker who still needs a shave
i’m a hidden lost soul that only creeps out of caves
i’m jesus christ and i can please your wife
with the positions i’m flipping you should leave tonight
in fact keep the mic for when you sleep in fright
cause i’m a big bad motherf-cker breathing light
i’m a poetic self-absorbed lower cl-ss b-st-rd
i’m a rehab better than a double shot smasher
i’m the god and the devil, i’m a good and evil clasher
i’m still running from my master but i need to run faster
but as long as i keep going i can never be captured
i want to f-ck lady luck but i’m too afraid to ask her

[hook][x2]
i’m a casualty chilling in the depths of reality
a jester tryna make fun of life’s lectures
cheef ripping beats with herbs and techniques
we the bas-m-nt natives back up on the streets

[verse 2: tom pepe]
i’m a calm collected insane and restless
brain full of stress and veins with mad exits
but who’s he? a burden in the nest
a peasant in the capsule pretending to be depressed
i’m a self conscious broken promise
ran across the ocean drowned soaking without a rope[?]
and save my honest–z that left me, well let’s see
ever since the day i learned to read
these kid’s faces, snake’s fakes and trick aces
calling out shots and take them without chasers
flirtatious leaving girls with hurt faces
i’m just a jerk tryna cover up my traces
but i ain’t got much and you can tell
f-cking up my lifetime hoping there ain’t a h-ll
i’m a chief, a thief, who cheats and k!lls beats
surviving in the warzone searching for a peace of mind

[hook][x2]
i’m a casualty chilling in the depths of reality
a jester tryna make fun of life’s lectures
cheef ripping beats with herbs and techniques
we the bas-m-nt natives back up on the streets

[verse 3: jester]
i’m a scholar of the art architect articulating
abstract activations always animating
rap verse penetrating i’m a separation
from fake motherf-ckers unaware of the bas-m-nt
i’m a street dweller never interested in the bullsh-t
shunning all religion see me spit upon the pulpit
i’m a artist that puts sense into sentences
others acting funny over money and the senselessness
i’m a 206 kid with a chip on my shoulder
and a folder worth a quartables to rip[?]
i’m a visionary i bring sight to unseen
light a couple matches and brighten up your darkest dreams
open up the market i’ma mark it with a marker
interrogate your character and label you a martyr
i’m a person not giving a f-ck until the death
of me in a golden casket and mask it with every breath

[hook][x2]
i’m a casualty chilling in the depths of reality
a jester tryna make fun of life’s lectures
cheef ripping beats with herbs and techniques
we the bas-m-nt natives back up on the streets

- knowmads lyrics

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