PRhyme - You Should Know lyrics

[Intro: DJ Premier scratches] "Rock rock rock on, rock rock rock on" "I'm going to tell you the TRUTH whether you like it or not!" "Can I prove it?" "Yes~!" "Ohhh, no more days like those!" [Royce Da 5'9"] Allow me to put some sense on you coons Too much success, um, here comes your doom They told you n***az the sky's the limit Then they turn around and tell you that it's footprints on the moon You rise to fame and die so they can say that you barely won And they keep your masters Your kids become ba*tards havin to ask executives for they daddy records Soundin like blind Mellow Jelly's son Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm violent I might go, divin inside a fine female on the Maldives Island I vowed to never fail my phonics until I'm real iconic And you can throw me in a cell, I got it (I got it) I go to jail 'bout eight, go "oh well" then post bail 'bout nine-ish (umm) I treat that b**h like it's a hotel, check in it then check out it Then tell my n***az let the rest doubt it These rap n***az bugged out like divas They drugged out thugged out receivers I meet 'em at they stash place, heat 'em then tell 'em they better drag race the f** away from me or get they mug shot like Bieber I catch him at the bus stop While he readin this fo'-five'll give him the same holler Lux got I represent the must-haves and what-nots n***az that used to cut cla** to touch cash and buck shots [Chorus: Dwele] {w/ DJ Premier scratching} You should knowwwww {"But you don't really want nuttin"} You should knowwwww {"Talk a bunch of sh**, motherf**er stop frontin"} You should knowwwww {"So what you sayin yo?"} {"Keep playin, y'all n***az'll burn"} You should knowwwww {"f** the whole world!"} Yup [Royce Da 5'9"] Freedom or jail, clips inserted A baby's bein born same time a man is murdered The beginning and end, you on a block playin k**er with your knife Without a gun you a option, be cut out for the game or they gon' play rock-paper-scissors with your life I'm usually more spiritual at night Cause murder's in the air, more like a pimpin Nike, whippin white The white American kryptonite, livin the scripted life A different chick, a different type Whoever fixin chicken rice I'll spend the night, in the morning go home to my wife before she try and sell my sh**, 99% sure that she gon' try and smell my dick Thirsty n***az is prayin the hell I slip The baddest b**hes, the last b**hes you would've ever imagined would've had chlamydia gettin dragged to cities City after city n***az payin cash is for the love of a** and titties (ayy!) [Chorus] w/ minor variations [Royce Da 5'9"] (Pick it up) I don't know why y'all so highly regarded You rhyme like you're borderline mildly retarded I'll show you what my father done started I rhyme on a god level, the godliest artist Y'all follow artists who target they audience But not me, I target the artist, follow the target, holdin a strap Pointin it at sinners, and that's when I tell 'em like Kobe to Shaq You lazy and I'm tired of your joggin, shoot at they feet 'til the dance start I'm goin HAM in the +Slaughterhouse+, f** you and your damn charts And your crowd participation I'm puttin a land mine under your stage, had his place rainin fan parts And called that sh** crowd precipitation I'm +Mo-Preme+ than my own DJ and Pac's brother I came out of my momma womb with a box cutter Lyrical spittin image that mirrors the birth of Slim None of these rappers could work with me, I work with them [Chorus] [Outro: Royce Da 5'9"] PRhyme! On the vocals, you have, Detroit's own Dwele Providin the instruments, we have, the incomparable Adrian Younge And on the wheels of STEEL, DJ Premier, yeah {*DJ Premier scratches*} "I'll say it and I'll say it again..." "I'm not the kind of person who come here and say what you like~!" "Rock rock rock on, rock rock rock on" "I'm going to tell you the TRUTH whether you like it or not!" "Can I prove it?" "Yes~!" "Ohhh, no more days like those!" [Dwele] You should knowwwww