Konflikt - Know Bout Me lyrics

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Konflikt - Know Bout Me lyrics

[Verse: Dre Knox] You ma'af**ers clearly don't know who the f** it is you're rocking with A rotten kid, with k**ing as his objective I'm positive, I'm like the teen Pac or Big Don't like this sh**? Then you f*ggots can s** my dick Do not resist, been this way since I was born Day one I choked the mid-wife with umbilical cords Kick in the doors of the sick while they sit in their wards sh** in the tennis courts while I walk, listening to Lorde I'm feeling (royal) These other rappers got me steaming like the kettle was boiled Putting MC's in their place - in the back of museums It's greener on the other side it's why I'm back in New Zealand God cleanse me from my sins cos you know there are more to come And where the angels at? I do believe I ordered some Sleeping on em like they posturepedic They saying they the best out gotta see it to believe it I don't.. [Hook: Dre Knox] The roof on fire, let it burn slow Set the booth on fire when my verse cold I, ugh, never been one to boast But we doing it the most Looking like you saw a ghost Heard your sh** and you sounding like a hoax The last of a dying breed Ay, ay what you know about me? What you know bout me, what you know bout me What you know bout me, what you know bout me Not a muthaf**in thing, not a muthaf**in thing Not a muthaf**in thing, not a muthaf**in thing X2 [Verse: Dre Knox] I'm in it for the war, ain't no way I'ma truce I'll fire middle fingers if you choose to shoot me a deuce Just because I'm Samoan don't mean you call me your uce Pac may be gone but the game ain't outta juice These new rappers better go and throw the towel in b**h I'm blood thirstier than Giovanna Plowman How can I "k** sh**" and still be a rookie? Call me a "mean f**er" just cos I'm a dick to these pussies Roam the night in a hoodie just to give Snookie a noogie I'm blowing up over night like - If you slip b**h I'll twist your wrist til it clicks And kiss your lips with my fist, just like a victim of Chris Follow roads to the pot of gold, man I don't know.. Would I go mainstream without selling my soul? Could I trick the devil cos he's gullible? I ain't sold, so get it through to your hollow skulls Yo [Hook: Dre Knox] The roof on fire, let it burn slow Set the booth on fire when my verse cold I, ugh, never been one to boast But we doing it the most Looking like you saw a ghost Heard your sh** and you sounding like a hoax The last of a dying breed Ay, ay what you know about me? What you know bout me, what you know bout me What you know bout me, what you know bout me Not a muthaf**in thing, not a muthaf**in thing Not a muthaf**in thing, not a muthaf**in thing X2 [Verse: Kon] Now I don't know why they listening if they call me belligerent Listen this is not a game to have illiterate's littering 'bout to, have every p-p-p-p-p part of you shimmering Still delivering the k**ing, Dillinger with adrenaline Feeling like I've been given some Ritalin when I flow Driven to use my pen again as penicillin to foes Creating, more disc then Mr. Krillin' could throw While tryna see the Top Ten like the Letterman show Been thinking it's, real nice And you know what it feels like When real life I'm still tryna settle the deal rights Before I see the envelope signed and sealed tight Delivered to somebody who don't know 'bout me Man I swear you should focus what yourselfs been doing I'm self-influenced, so you don't wanna help to ruin Just what I'm, out persuin', so sit back and embrace Put the belt around your waist and quickly slam on the brakes [Hook: Dre Knox] The roof on fire, let it burn slow Set the booth on fire when my verse cold I, ugh, never been one to boast But we doing it the most Looking like you saw a ghost Heard your sh** and you sounding like a hoax The last of a dying breed Ay, ay what you know about me? What you know bout me, what you know bout me What you know bout me, what you know bout me Not a muthaf**in thing, not a muthaf**in thing Not a muthaf**in thing, not a muthaf**in thing X2