K.M.D. - Fly That Knot lyrics

[Intro: Talib Kweli] Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout Yeah, we on fire We gotta call the fire department Let's go Yo, yo, yo I don't know why people try to be live when they not I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot [Talib Kweli] Yo, I know you like that You like that! Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] There's an E! True Hollywood Story for the pluckin' it's ripe How cats is stuck in purgatory for life Tryin' to fight the enemy without sight They in the dark swingin' right to left Clingin' to the little bit of light that's left And can't escape the room, you can't escape the tomb You all wear a mask sometimes, I can relate to Doom That make the whole world earthquake, shake, and move The beat create a mood or eat your whole plate of food You can't come close like an order of protection That this is myself in the pack was sort of my intention Slaughter anybody testin' my callin', my profession Anymore questions will born 'em a lesson A demonstration of takin' it all the way home While you stuck at first base and It's like havin' relations without the penetration Basically doin' nathin' You a waste of space and time Always chasin' mine is how you lost your place in line [Hook] I don't know why people try to be live when they not I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot We got that uncut flow that bring the cops out Pay and groan like young Mike and get knocked out I don't know why people try to be live when they not I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot Yeah, free the radio population Kweli and Doom the 1-2, the combination Let's go [Verse 2: MF Doom] About time you heard a rhyme flow with DOOM and Kweli To catch you with the combo, boom boom, Muhammad Ali Versus Potsie cursin' Yahtzee at the crap table Burstin' caps at a Nazi rap label Oops, a pot of hot tea spilt on the cable Evaporate an ice grill, read the seeds of Aesop fables Children, come sit, gather Face the rapid fire of the super slap sh** outta liar The end Villain, the champ tramp Flowin' since they had him holdin' ??? at the ??? camp He cleaned his mask with a shoe mitt And a little bit of her blue spit She told him you so stupid Wiped it off, got dressed and left Everybody instigating, not just the ref We can shoot the fire on the dirt ground, rocks out Live with the worst sound, first round knock out [Hook] {*DJ cuts Talib Kweli samples*}