[Hook]
Keep on knowing what you know
Keep on knowing what you know
End up, up, up, in chains, chains, chains
[Verse 1: WATM]
I'm a dip-dip diver, new timer
I'm a sick sh** rhymer, anti punch-liner
You get hacked with a hatchet and that's it, should have practiced
Cause my sk** you can't match it, I'll burn you with a match stick
I'm not a typical criminal, I drop hot lyrical miracles
I'm obsessed, it's got critical with this rap sh** it's not quitable
(I'm fed up with that Will and The Mix, he's so cynical)
I'm bragger who brags about being below the pinnacle
Cause I'm an ugly sh** who doesn't pull fit chicks
And when I walk in the doors my feet don't get kissed
And when I piss off, I don' t get missed
But when I get behind a wheel all the players get hit
And I'm all about enemies, I've got them in plenty
And my friends are just people who forgot to resent me
Got no mates, I expect you to disrespect me
I get less props than a documentary
[Hook]
Keep on knowing what you know
Keep on knowing what you know
End up, up, up, in chains, chains, chains
[Verse 2: Hitman-X]
Have you tried acid to help you open your mind?
Its the only thing to help you se whats truly divine
Without it your basically a seeing man thats blind
It also gives you f**ed up thoughts you can't hide
Like when i stabbed your mother in the back
And raped her from behind
I could say that happend last week, But what the f** is time?
As a matter of fact im about to snort a line
Inside the white house with mr.obamas wife
You can't say that youve seen the sh** that i have
You s** at chirpin over the internet so you jsut ask me if im mad
Well ive had it up to here with you
Ive got no fear in you
You keep sayin sh** and i act like im not hearin you
If you dont have acid or shrooms then what the f** is stearin you?