Croup - You Know Me lyrics

"What's your name?" [Scratch Hook] Dan Johns "One of a kind" - Jay-Z "Poet on the M.I.C." - KRS-One "No doubt" "Show me respect" - Guru "Live and direct son" - Edo G "You know me" [Verse One] I push black market rhymes in a white collar world For the opportunity to make a mighty dollar bill Gotta deal with the real Reality is a snake that'll strike if you let it sit and rattle in your face And it's poison Wake up every night hearin' noises When the wind blows man I swear I hear voices Choices, decisions, boys go to prison Girls havin' babies, people dyin' and we miss 'em The system, a cycle The rich get richer On every corner there's a spot for us to buy liquor And every mornin' we know we got to make a livin' So every mornin' we go to work to go get it The stereotypes you put me in, I don't fit it Lyrics, dig deeper when you hear them translated There's more to MCin' than bein' a fan favorite There's more to MCin' than bein' a fan favorite [Scratch Hook] Dan Johns "One of a kind" - Jay-Z "Poet on The M.I.C." - KRS-One "No doubt" "Show me respect" - Guru "Live And direct son" - Edo G "You know me" [Verse Two] You sure you wanna be the rap games greatest rapper? They murder them And then you never see the k**er captured My theory on that is, we're too influential Politicians don't reach 'em like we do on instrumentals Imagine if Pac could've endorsed Barrack Then the lines at polls would have wrapped around the block If Biggie would have went on tour for Al Gore Then possibly, there wouldn't be a second Gulf War So logically I speak what I feel in my heart Cause there's a lot of rap fans that are still in the dark About the ways of the world, the games bein' played The money we're throwin' away, that ain't bein' saved I can't be afraid to touch on the hot topics To win you gotta gamble like playin' the stock market So when you see me scramblin' like there's no tomorrow I'm doin' it for my family Hustlin' for my honor [Scratch Hook] Dan Johns "One of a kind" - Jay-Z "Poet on The M.I.C." - KRS-One "No doubt" "Show me respect" - Guru "Live And direct son" - Edo G "You know me" [Verse Three] This is problematic poetry A symphony of struggle A masterpiece of melancholy misery and trouble So open your eyes because the enemies among us Givin' us record deals like the industry can run us It's funny Real MC's police themselves The same way a street dude will release those shells From the clip of his whip and if he's threatin' a corner I apologize Morehouse I left without warning The same way my mother left Morris Which is further proof we live in the shadow of those before us The burden of the past is enormous Imagine my plight tryin' to write with the legends in the chorus It's morbid Watchin' men throw they lives away Chasin' fortune and fame knowin' their souls can't afford it Reward it Not with the glamor and salt But with relentless criticism till you're just an afterthought Dan Johns