Snowgoons - One Thing I Know lyrics

[Intro] Uh oh Somebody left the gate open It's Planetary baby AOTP in the building, Q Demented in the building This for the family y'all. Let's get it [Verse 1] I feel like today is new years eve We got noise makers that are making your ears bleed Planetary back, crack getting cooked in the kitchen Got the lab hot, hot enough to burn the existence My sixteens; are fires that you couldn't extinguish Your sixteens; are tired and were forced to relinquish But me dawg, i'm more like to type to replenish Reinvent the wheel and spin it like it's nobody's business Me with the quickness, vulture to diseases and sickness Every night it's like a fight but see my demons have lifted I ain't worship the satan now, but far from a holy roller I asked "Who the best alive?" and most of them told me Hova Now I've got to study but it's gully to pa** in I ain't talking 'bout the money or the fame, but with that pen- The message is clear though, I'm ready for the big leagues I paid my dues more than most n***as this week [Hook x2] I see these rap n***as feeling the pain now I don't know why the f** they thought it's a game now But I can tell you one thing I know It's that most rap cats strictly out for my dough I call them ho-n***as [Verse 2] I ain't leaving til I'm hitting the Guinness Book for being the illest emcee to handling my business Digital fitness, rap n***as, lyrical exercise Sparing with your squadron, got your n***as all terrified Unholy Terror lying under the concrete Fun to make you wonder how intense can a song be The Army we palm heat long Lebron do And stomp rappers down like Iverson did Tyronn Lue To remind you I'm better than most rappers co*ky rap-boy I leave you shook like them ghost trackers The flow better, yet every letter ain't tight at all Ghost writer, them lines you hearing I write'em all They put my pen in the penitentiary Locked it up next to my enemy And conquered by my memory So mother f**er, sit and act like there is ten of me Shut your mouth and pour a mother f**ing shot of Hennessy n***a [Hook x2] [Verse 3] I'm on some Wyclef sh** spitting three sixteens Man I do what I want n***a. Does this sh** mean- You bored n***a? I introduce your a** to the lord quicker More sicker than Sicknature letting the force hit ya Yo Illegal what the f** was you thinking? You must be buggin' if you think a n***a stuck the 'position This beat could make me rhyme for a week straight If I ain't have to sleep I swear I wouldn't give this beat a break The Carl Luis of raw music Hold an Olympic medal to shred you and behead you man that's all to it You can't run now, got three sons now When I die you'll have more problems that come around I gotta gun'em down, now watch I decapitate I gravitate to the grind, now my mind graduates To the next level, living like the last day Mind of a hustler, I'm the modern day Mac Dre