B.James - Let Me Know lyrics

[Verse 1:] f** what you talking 'bout I'm in the ring to knock 'em out We ain't boxing pals, you're my punching bag We ain't gon' talk this out Lyrical sparring bouts But if I call 'em out, it hardly counts I'm C-I-to-the-N-O So hello Funk Volume crowd I'm barely even startin' You're the enemy to target These dogs are tryna claim the throne I'm here to cease the barkin' So tell me, where's your heart at? True art in this hard rap? They're selling you a lie But I expose that like CarFax Get your facts straight, I castrate These f*ggots with a gas tank Spit fire on that b**h I'm like Spyro how I rap flames I blast straight, so damn great I wanna see rap saved XXL called me a Freshman, so I k**ed all of my cla**mates It's like me against K. Dot at King Of The Dot You ain't the King of New York But I'm the King of Hip-Hop And motherf** Lil Wayne He claimed to be the new 'Pac b**h, stop thinking you hot You're just mainstream and too pop [Chorus:] If you want that real rap to come back LET ME KNOW You wanna hear me snap with that boom bap LET ME KNOW I'm about to make it on the map, rap and LET IT SHOW So LET ME KNOW LET ME KNOW If you want that real rap to come back LET ME KNOW You wanna hear me snap with that boom bap LET ME KNOW I'm about to make it on the map, rap and LET IT SHOW Drop, drop Drop the ba** low [Verse 2:] Another day, another minute Time is pa**ing, I'm all up in it f** these lame a** rappers They won't survive 2 seconds without a gimmick So who's the best? Am I your favorite? Do you view what I write like it was sacred? The pen is a messenger of what I think Cut my veins, I drip ink Cuz it comes from the heart All these other motherf**ers have been done from the start I'm in love with the art, you run for the charts To escape my wrath is to swim away bleeding From a hungry shark... It won't happen And what the f** ever happened to rapping? It's like a big, fat factory Making fake rappers, I swear it's blasphemy I'm Hulk and Broly on Molly In this Hip-Hop X-Box If you find yourself versus me Then d**h is your next stop I wreck tracks and get props So less trap and let's rock You step back, we get guap We get plaques, you get dropped I ain't stop-pin', I'm wrec-kin' And roc-kin' a rec-ord You fall for the pres-sure I'm box-in' like Tek-ken Now, these wack rappers are tryna compete? Ho, please You think you the G.O.A.T.? I'll slice you up into goat cheese... [Verse 3:] I'm evidently better than the rest of 'em Get rid of all the minimal opponents k** 'em in the moment Military mind But you don't wanna hit 'em up Like 'Pac to Notorious We are warriors cuz this is a war, b**h We use metaphors, literature and words Let me know if you forfeit I'm coming for that number one spot CiNo on top, you can love it or not You wanna cover your plot? Twat, s** on a co*k I'm bumpin' to Rock While bumpin' a roc Ah... I k** ish