Cliff Clavin - You Don't Know lyrics

[Jay-Sin] I got the mic in my right hand, left to the stage lights Not to block um out but to help me get the crowd hype When I write y'all the reason that I do so Not for no mansion, it's a moral price too though To me ain't nothing better than the feeling of your fans Going crazy in the crowd while I'm rocking with my mans Y'all could never understand the love and dedication That be making y'all demand every lyric I'm creating These other rap cats on Long Island ain't sh** Brain cave hot garbage and no restraint b**h Looking like you dick up the a** while you be walking I smell semen on your breath every time that you be talking But Cliff Clav' my brother man, cooking hot beats And cats that want beef getting snapped like a rubber band This is raw Hip-Hop y'all can't compete with Just tryna keep it real and stop talking all that street sh** "You don't know about it, Hip-Hop's what I live and I'm so about it...Can you see reality written all over my face...Is you with me..." [Tones] Holy f** I'm showing up with blood on my blaze Selling d** claim you're done, leave a slug in your face Why you never come in the place, not even when I'm dolo What good is a gang if everyone in it's a h*mo I should show you in slow-mo like a fat f** swinging What the f** are you doing! are you rapping or singing I'm still thinking, but I still couldn't tell ya Let me guess, you cut the beat, spit an acapella I do ya one better, wrap the mic cord around your neck And make you swear you quit rap on your last ounce of breath I walked a thousand steps in your shoes, broke the soles Never sell you a verse, at least I never sold my soul In the words of Mad Sk**z, yeah for stacks n***a I had you sell it quicker then they just banned liquor I laugh with ya, funny to see you failing miserably Some fresh air, had that ship sailing instantly (Hook) [Cliff Clavin] Big Cliff put it down a record With that Yes Yes Y'all and the One, Two checking Have a seat, take a ride through the mind Of an architectural master, strange by design Sin hit me up, told me holler at a ninja So I hit him with a beat, we the Island's elite You can try to compete but that's just a lost cause We don't stop rocking right, encores Flick your lighter, put an L in the air Yo we got your head nodding cuz your neck already know man Check the flow when we live on stage How we got the crowd moving side to side like a crossfade Blow the spot when we drop like Bomb Jack And set it off in the booth like contact Check the flow I get lyrics to go Yo I miss the old school, rappers out of control (Hook)