Pete Rock - All I Know lyrics

And now, Ladies and Gentlemen in your right corner Weighing in at an even 215 pounds Residing from the South Bronx Maintaning 39 wins, 40 knockouts, and no losses It's the undisputed beatbox champion of the world!! Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X All I know That's a bad motherf**er All I know He's about to drop some sh** now All I know [Rahzel] When I first came out, many couldn't catch my name Now worldwide, feel the affects, scratch my name Rahzel, now rewind that, (Gargling) slow it down, you'll find that The way I design that, and reverb behind that, not in my contract I'm bustin all over this b**h, while your girl cums Down with the Two-One-Fifth, Illadelph, Dy-Nast' R-double-O-T-S, no need to remind us You're far behind us, tryin to high beam, blind us Catching shinas from a nickle plated niner (Gun sounds) Blastin' holes in your designers This is for you primadonnas Cause my persona's like pirhannas I got you second guessin and sweatin like saunas If you learned from the second lesson, no question you want it Change your facial expressions from minutes to seconds to longer God damn it feel good to see people up on it Chorus [Rahzel] Who's the man, Rahzel's the +Man+, so yo, pa** the +Method+ 1200 styles, crush your crew without no effort Let me flip my, vocabulary, vocal acrobatics Smack up phone dramatics, I can jam like automatics Nine millimeter, twelve rounds, one in the chamber Russian Roulette, you can bet, there is DAN-JUR Number five in the Billboard, with the bullet One million, in my pile, you know the style, let me pull it Cause I'm about to blast ya, take the mic, then harra** ya Switch up speeds, without the weed, then I'll pa** ya Nineteen-ninety-nine, octane, because I ga**ed ya Watch me George Jet, on-you-son, like I'm NASA God damn, like to ?? compare on blaster ?? (shadowboxing sounds) It's the sound affect master "And I'll destroy anyone, who dares go against me" Chorus [Rahzel] I got your mouth wide open, just like the Grand Canyon I'm Trugoy, to this rap game, I got game Call me Denzel, with the rap name, I got aim "He's on FIRE!!" like a coal in a hot flame Plus my Posdonuses, produces, your prognosis Kids doin the chronic from coast to coast kid d**h, what the doctor ordered, so say, "Ahhh" Take you +Three Feet High and Risin+, like De La C'est la vie, I'm yo' super MC Got the S on my chest for you to buy my LP Check the outlets for ca**ettes and CD Sam Goody, Blockbustin' up your H M V n***a please, ask yo mamma for some cheese Tell her need some restitution like them Vietnamese In Vietnam, cause Rahzel drops the bomb More complex than texts, in your Holy Qu'ran Chorus