Carlos "6 July" Broady - What I Know lyrics

[Royce Da 5'9"] Unlock ya locks, and keep ya keys The Pac in me, got me thinkin' deeply I got to shock MC's, wit my philosophies Cause I think very deeply Where I come from, where you sweat ya pen up Young gun rep-resenter, from the Ep-icenter The microphone fienin', for a microphone Before he knew what a microphone mean Wit them four pounds, and they soundin' in off And them slugs, get them thugs, and the ground, get the chalk n***as hearts is dissolvin', involved in What Farakhan and, Jim Brown couldn't solve [Royce singing] w/ (Royce ad-libs) I'mma tell you what I know, what I know [Royce Da 5'9"] Cause the boys in the hood is always hard You come talkin' that trash, they'll pull ya card Who would have known, that the boy growin' up playin' them cards Will soon know the music he wrote, it was so true Who could raise me, after I been amazed by Dre And N.W.A., and you couldn't pay me To back the staff for free, I will believe It ain't nothing Shady in the Aftermath Perhaps when you unwrappin the plastic You respect whatever you hear, and ya styles is growin' Them guys is clonin', them pioneers Rappers wanna be cla**ic, like they Clef, Pras, and Lauryn [Royce] w/ (Royce ad-libs) I'mma tell you what I know, what I know [Royce Da 5'9"] Elvis - was a hero to most But he never meant sh** to me, it's statements Like that made me gauge, White, Black, hate to make Me say - I like, when they fight back, they Meaning rap, I vent myself Leanin' back, not knowin' that I meant myself A lesson comin' fast, you dudes better catch it Whenever the future answers ya questions from the past And hold that, I'm spillin' these cold raps Cause I am a throwback you feeling a soldier And keep tryin', to keep up wit the kind of guy That'll play you until they fatally say that the game's over [Royce singing] w/ (Royce ad-libs) I'mma tell you what I know, what I know [Royce Da 5'9"] Oh my God, I destroy cities like the Blob Goin' from city to city, seein' who I can rob Goin' from makin' them poems up, in my garage Then goin' on major tours wit, me and my squad Goin' from listenin' to Reggie, to meeting him Wit my palms sweaty, to him, telling me - I'm deadly Goin' from likin', to spray the club after a night That didn't go my way, to plug a writin' for Dre You damn right I was raised, the amazin' Hand-writin' on the same page, that you can't type on So I black out, the usual same way The old fashion rap, til it's no lights on [Royce singing] w/ (Royce ad-libs) I'mma tell you what I know, what I know