[Royce Da 5'9"]
Unlock ya locks, and keep ya keys
The Pac in me, got me thinkin' deeply
I got to shock MC's, wit my philosophies
Cause I think very deeply
Where I come from, where you sweat ya pen up
Young gun rep-resenter, from the Ep-icenter
The microphone fienin', for a microphone
Before he knew what a microphone mean
Wit them four pounds, and they soundin' in off
And them slugs, get them thugs, and the ground, get the chalk
n***as hearts is dissolvin', involved in
What Farakhan and, Jim Brown couldn't solve
[Royce singing] w/ (Royce ad-libs)
I'mma tell you what I know, what I know
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Cause the boys in the hood is always hard
You come talkin' that trash, they'll pull ya card
Who would have known, that the boy growin' up playin' them cards
Will soon know the music he wrote, it was so true
Who could raise me, after I been amazed by Dre
And N.W.A., and you couldn't pay me
To back the staff for free, I will believe
It ain't nothing Shady in the Aftermath
Perhaps when you unwrappin the plastic
You respect whatever you hear, and ya styles is growin'
Them guys is clonin', them pioneers
Rappers wanna be cla**ic, like they Clef, Pras, and Lauryn
[Royce] w/ (Royce ad-libs)
I'mma tell you what I know, what I know
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Elvis - was a hero to most
But he never meant sh** to me, it's statements
Like that made me gauge, White, Black, hate to make
Me say - I like, when they fight back, they
Meaning rap, I vent myself
Leanin' back, not knowin' that I meant myself
A lesson comin' fast, you dudes better catch it
Whenever the future answers ya questions from the past
And hold that, I'm spillin' these cold raps
Cause I am a throwback you feeling a soldier
And keep tryin', to keep up wit the kind of guy
That'll play you until they fatally say that the game's over
[Royce singing] w/ (Royce ad-libs)
I'mma tell you what I know, what I know
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Oh my God, I destroy cities like the Blob
Goin' from city to city, seein' who I can rob
Goin' from makin' them poems up, in my garage
Then goin' on major tours wit, me and my squad
Goin' from listenin' to Reggie, to meeting him
Wit my palms sweaty, to him, telling me - I'm deadly
Goin' from likin', to spray the club after a night
That didn't go my way, to plug a writin' for Dre
You damn right I was raised, the amazin'
Hand-writin' on the same page, that you can't type on
So I black out, the usual same way
The old fashion rap, til it's no lights on
[Royce singing] w/ (Royce ad-libs)
I'mma tell you what I know, what I know