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mattakript - know me lyrics

chorus:

it’s funny how you really think you know me (know me)
well homie, you can blow me (blow me)
i’m sorry but i really think it’s time you (time you)
show me, what you owe me
i know you, didn’t guess i’d get this far
funny how you really think you know me
no, oh-ooh-oh, oh

verse 1:

i got that stupid flavor, to slaughter rappers is my brutal nature
with the way i put it down, it’s euthanasia
claim you’re the greatest but it’s obvious without proof or data
that you need to get a grip like shoes for skaters, do a favor
loop this later, i am not kidding the style i’ve risen is syllable rawness
storm in a morgue and i’m willing to drill into all of the walls, to fill it with corpses
fit, with the body of your career, it’s all too clear, i’m writing like i form your tears
by certainly verbally murdering people who heard of me thinking i would fall to fear
that’s real, (true) this is a lyrical carnage
with the sk!ll to put your name into the garbage and then buried in a park ditch
a yard six, feet under where you’ll die slow
i’m asian, that means i really do this with my eyes closed
you’re getting schooled like i was teaching elementary
so stop it when around me as your standing so pretentiously
i know you’re filled with jealousy, soon to know eventually
you’ll figure out that i am everything that you pretend to be and that is why

chorus:

if i told you “keep it real” you wouldn’t know how to act
you just want to keep your ego intact, you’re phony in fact
you crave for your image i guess it’s time i get your logo cropped
cause’ everything picture perfect is more than likely photoshopped
(pose) well i don’t have the time to teach a lesson
but “the pen is mightier than the sword” well then my writing is a weapon
every line you take as threatening i advise you get the stepping
it’s your life that i’m wrecking with the microphone i’m checking
til my motherf-cking breathe stop, aiming for the next block
while you speaking bullsh-t through your desktop
keep talking and my next drop, my words could get your chest shot
neck popped, head chopped, online and let the web watch
your time is up, clock towers, (that’s clock towers)
try to take my job and then i’m making your boss cower
it’s pretty clear that my division won’t fail
for crowds of people feel i what i say like it’s written in braille, yeah

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