InsaneBeatz - The UNknowns lyrics

[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]