[Intro]
Who are they?
They are the ones in control
They are the ones who have been fortold
They lurk in the shadows, behind the curtain
Keeping us in the dark, that you can be certain. (yes)
They mold and shape our mind
So that we may never shine
[Verse 1: K Smoke]
I am a myth of sorts
A bit of talent mixed and balanced with a bit of gore
I'm sipping gallons in a palace full of chicks galore
Then hit the floor
And pick a mallet out the kitchen drawer
And use it to stick up a frickin' liquor store (yeah)
Hidden of course, anonymously, astonishing feats
A problem to the hottest to be
And not a lot, i got to offer, i'm demolishing beats
Kevin Gates and Waka Flocka ain't accomplished to me
So if your watching the streets
You better get your magnifying gla**
I'm riding past in a flying craft, driving fast
And climbing tracks to the highest vast, sky at last
Then winding back, with the dive attack
Blinding blast
I'm always left in the dark, and seconds apart
From wrecking an impeccable art
The second i start, i remain a faceless, nameless, agent
But now this name is dangerous
[Chorus]
People, oh people won't you leave them alone
They are a threat to our society, a threat to our home
And even when we pushed and watched them fall, below
We couldn't stop the movement from arising
They are the Unknowns
[Verse 2: Mr. Morbid]
If you don't know, this is the voice of your god
When the ba** starts thumping, yeah i'm making you nod
I'm on the border of divinity, believe it or not
With one foot in hell, so you see that i'm hot, yo
I'm spitting bars again, slapping f*ggots out the cardigans
Digging in the bar [?] cus' rappers lost the heart in them
I'm attacking major arteries
Cus' even with them blockages, you don't have a bigger heart than me
I'll grip you round the neck and swing you like a rabid dog
This is what happens when you laugh at what i rap at all
Watch your rack dissolve, cus' you were acting all
Tough until the tracks raw, but leave it on the wax, get off!
So get the new [?] man, who is often planned
Then line up and down, and cart em' off in garbage cans
Just a sick dude, with a few talents
It's to bad for you that i'm mentally off balance
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lyrizone]
Now what is the right type, in a bad situation?
All i got in my mind is leaving the competition shaking
From the ground up, we will damage these amateurs
Like nothing is off limits, when you attempt to be grimace
They should just slow it down, before you get a bad concussion
The tip of the point leaves, leaving your air can*l gushin'
What the f** is mercy, with this, we dwell in the underground
We're the real legends, we're conjured inside a taboo'd sound
And we merge, with [?] like a man that is still climbing
Battle gods in a new climate
Imitate a bane brain, strong enough to move comets
And you still want to f** with our project?
That's fine, cus' deep down you know that it's over
We be the misfits, lyrically like the center of gravity
You rotate around us, with your everyday life
But at the end of the day. only Omega's grip the mic
[Chorus]