HI-Q - You Don't Know lyrics

"I'm underground like the gutter, you never catch me stutter, everybody knows that I'm bu*ta" So shut the f** up when you see me in person Pay attention to the words and don't bother me when I'm working Every session write a verse, every show spit a free Disrespect me get slayed instantly Interrupt my song, get embarra**ed on the spot Try to heckle me but I'm hara**ing them like cops Wear my energy from the station and parking lots Same place emcees get blazed when I'm sparking pot Send a warning shot to your people acting tough Send times I don't wanna rhyme, all these rappers s** I've had enough of these wack a** f** wannabes Jumping down to the front of the crowd like pardon me But honestly all I hear is wackness from f*ggots Try battling get stung by savage Dead Rabbits The madness take over when I hear your crew rap Where you performing, where you pay dues at [Hook] Hype type loud, hearing noises in the crowd Tell them shut they f**ing mouth You don't know what you talking about Keep your voices down, I'm destroying the sound Avoiding your pounds You don't know what the f** you talking about Mic like blaow, hearing noises in the crowd Tell them shut they f**ing mouth You don't know what you talking about Keep your voices down, I'm destroying the sound Avoiding your pounds You don't know what the f** you talking about Cowards don't know, would you talk about something Keep your f*ggot mouth closed cuz I rip out throats Never wanna hear another song, keep your muzzle on Surrounded by haters, now all the mothaf**ing love is gone Crowd full of traitors, they just want to hear them self sh** You performing selfish, out back with an L lit I drop intelligence, words you speak irrelevant Bury your epitaph deep in the sediment Even your presidents stay quiet when I'm rhyming Interrupt the state of the union and you stay silent I don't give a f**, club promoter or owner, squash your head Like Bolic did give me the cold shoulder I'm bu*tatones you're lucky to get a verse in the cypher Freestyle in spirit and the words in the fire Rap sounds great black clouds in the ozone When you get on the mic I know it's time to go home (Hook) All I hear is blah blah blah noise when you flow You're sad only the bartender and your boys at the show I know ya hear us but are you listening I places wages whether you'll be lip singing or whispering Emcee ??, you can't control the crowd f** gravity, nothing hold me down Hold your pound, save your applause, f** your awards I don't need recognition, credit, spitting just at tours Back stage clowning semi famous rappers with publicists f** what you spit, tell your wife s** my dick Now they headlining, get outshined by the first kid who rhyme Old timers on a slow decline, can't see too blind Keep your cut lips closed when I'm up at shows Talk about what you know, won't piss off bu*tatones And don't bring your ego unless you're ready to prove it It's okay to bring your fam but never their music (Hook)