(Intro)
Hey!
Knock knock, motherfuckers!
It came from below.....
Better act like you know....
(Verse 1)
This life, it's a crazy ride but it's kind of frightening
This rail is much too rickety to ride the lightning
The storm is much too thick to even fly a kite in
But I take it all in stride, I'm a violent titan
Now you're standing in the path of a stampede
Plenty fire I been holding back, call it canned heat
Nothing difficult, to me it's just a ritual
You can always guarantee that I'll be unpredictable
Back up, you don't want the ruggedest to roughhouse
Inevitably somebody suddenly gеts snuffed out
Usually they're nеver found until it's way too late
I'm trying to break through gates like yelling "Hey, Kool-Aid!"
Every time I hold the mic, strolling like Dolemite
Rock the party hard enough to keep it going overnight
Mind of a madman, mouth like a motorbike
Infiltrate the system like some venom from a cobra strike
(Chorus - x2)
I'm all in for the absolute victory
How does he do it like that? It's a mystery
But I'm-a let you know one thing though
You ain't getting with this underground chud king flow
(Verse 2)
Regularly regulate the cypher and the show
Can't a MC catch this albino tiger by the toe
Even while I'm kicking back and getting higher than you know
They're taking cover in the trenches, yelling "Fire in the hole!"
Ridiculous to think that you could figure me out
You talking crazier than presidential Twitter accounts
Or sucker-ducks who thought hip-hop was fizzling out
I'm getting rid of your doubts, in more than little amounts
Get down - when I burst in the building, the walls crack
You ain't keeping it moving like spring forward? Fall back
I'm kicking raw raps, bouncing off the brawl mats
Dead-ass serious like texts sent in all caps
Who wanna get it started? Who wanna get it on?
Who wanna set it off like anthrax letter bombs?
I see it's all up to me again, what a life
Swarming garden parties with Bugattis full of guttersnipes
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
You know? When I get on a heater it'll never cease
Ain't a side dish at no table, I'm a centerpiece
More connected than the middle of a human centipede
Any rappers borrowing my style, better set it free
The state of affairs is worse than it's ever been
But I could bring it back with a burst of adrenaline
To unbelievable heights beyond former glories
Overnight, forgetting all types of horror stories
Tread carefully, that's a message to the overground
Nobody's next to us standing by to hold you down
Don't even bother looking up, we ain't headed there
I'm the frontrunning rebel, devilishly debonair
Chud king, got your chick polishing my staff
Court jesters objected and all I did was laugh
My mental masturbation is making the planet sticky
I'm feeling lucky, punk - next stop, Atlantic City
(Chorus)
Hey!
Knock knock, motherfuckers!
It came from below.....
Better act like you know....
(Verse 1)
This life, it's a crazy ride but it's kind of frightening
This rail is much too rickety to ride the lightning
The storm is much too thick to even fly a kite in
But I take it all in stride, I'm a violent titan
Now you're standing in the path of a stampede
Plenty fire I been holding back, call it canned heat
Nothing difficult, to me it's just a ritual
You can always guarantee that I'll be unpredictable
Back up, you don't want the ruggedest to roughhouse
Inevitably somebody suddenly gеts snuffed out
Usually they're nеver found until it's way too late
I'm trying to break through gates like yelling "Hey, Kool-Aid!"
Every time I hold the mic, strolling like Dolemite
Rock the party hard enough to keep it going overnight
Mind of a madman, mouth like a motorbike
Infiltrate the system like some venom from a cobra strike
(Chorus - x2)
I'm all in for the absolute victory
How does he do it like that? It's a mystery
But I'm-a let you know one thing though
You ain't getting with this underground chud king flow
(Verse 2)
Regularly regulate the cypher and the show
Can't a MC catch this albino tiger by the toe
Even while I'm kicking back and getting higher than you know
They're taking cover in the trenches, yelling "Fire in the hole!"
Ridiculous to think that you could figure me out
You talking crazier than presidential Twitter accounts
Or sucker-ducks who thought hip-hop was fizzling out
I'm getting rid of your doubts, in more than little amounts
Get down - when I burst in the building, the walls crack
You ain't keeping it moving like spring forward? Fall back
I'm kicking raw raps, bouncing off the brawl mats
Dead-ass serious like texts sent in all caps
Who wanna get it started? Who wanna get it on?
Who wanna set it off like anthrax letter bombs?
I see it's all up to me again, what a life
Swarming garden parties with Bugattis full of guttersnipes
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
You know? When I get on a heater it'll never cease
Ain't a side dish at no table, I'm a centerpiece
More connected than the middle of a human centipede
Any rappers borrowing my style, better set it free
The state of affairs is worse than it's ever been
But I could bring it back with a burst of adrenaline
To unbelievable heights beyond former glories
Overnight, forgetting all types of horror stories
Tread carefully, that's a message to the overground
Nobody's next to us standing by to hold you down
Don't even bother looking up, we ain't headed there
I'm the frontrunning rebel, devilishly debonair
Chud king, got your chick polishing my staff
Court jesters objected and all I did was laugh
My mental masturbation is making the planet sticky
I'm feeling lucky, punk - next stop, Atlantic City
(Chorus)
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