[Lyric] Known Unknowns (Du-Che)

I'm intrically spitting fire burning holes right through your cranium nigga
And I don't blame them, haters that's talking
Cause if I was them then I would hate me too
That youngin' that's spitting that truth in the booth
Who ya'll saying is top dog they gotta go and recoup
Cause I am too smooth, honestly that real voice of the youth
Yo these rappers be flexing but be as sweet as Babe Ruths
And that's like lying in a lion's den
You gon' get got its not a matter of if, but when
See in this city where I'm from you'll get your head knocked off
Your broad knocked up... So it's probably best that you show no love
Can't trust a soul nigga, too many people be the same
They either shooting a cannon or snapping pictures with canons (ahh)
That's why I'm so distant you can't tell?
Rappers talk hit em' up style but ain't Pac just Blu Cantrell
They got no fans like saunas and shit
That line was corny but I wanted to get like them real quick
Cause yo, I can take 8 months between my releases
Then come right back and smash these niggas' dreams in a million pieces
I am that last note MJ sang before he checked
I am that last line Biggie spit before he checked
And ya'll ain't even know it yet but gimmie props
I'mma twist the world's brain stems in knots and not stop (Hold up)
Now good morning Philly ya'll bouta be mourning
I'mma make ya'll pay attention to lyrics this here's a warning
I swear I'm bouta get real crazy wit it
I need ya'll to rock with me even though I was never on a corner selling no rock
I ain't hood so I don't rap hood, that's understood?
Cause any dude could go and pull a f'ing trigger
Instead I trigger mass hysteria though verbal malaria
Then rewind and do that there till I'm dead ain't nothing scarier