Knock lyrics

Artist  : Jean Grae 
Song : Knock



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[ VERSE 1 ]

Yo, this shit keeps weighin me down, beatin me
up

Like every day's governed by Murphy's Law

It never drops, but inside I'm, tied up

In stress knots and chains and bills that ain't
paid

I damn near work for Dun & Bradstreet

Keep a bank card and a wallet for show, I hate
empty spaces

Fill 'em with MetroCards that's been already took
me places

Fun Passes, loose changes, gum wrappers, maybe
numbers

Battery covers to CD players, and that's it

I got some plastic

But can't even use it, the bad credit's so
drastic

Ask me bastard if I'm signed, I rhyme sick

But niggas is quick to turn they back on spitters
with clits

Hit em with this, and ridiculous phrase flow that
exit my lips

Hey yo, I mean my face, though

They still want chicks with tits and ass out

My respect is worth more than your advance
cash-out

I'm fuckin you right in the ear

If these chicks did it you'd be catchin
gonorrhea

The only thing I spread is tinnitus

Just tryin to keep this shit right

And for all of y'all askin when my joint
droppin

Watch me this year



It's like.



[ CHORUS ]

Hustles don't get knocked, except the ones
that

Fuck with my business and dough, you can forget
that

I told you once it's not gangsta, it's just
right

Don't get it fucked, I don't like to spit my shit
twice

Keep your fake thuggin, afraid to get in fist
fights

Glittery knuckles never made me shiver, buckle
never

Knocka, this how I get down



I'ma have to do that again, so y'all can hear
it



[ CHORUS ]



That's what I said, yeah yeah

Yeah

Yeah



[ VERSE 2 ]

It's crazy how I'm still catchin with no major
distribution

Slice through like guillotines, I'm precise with
a execution

The definition of artist, past the hype and the
business

So I paint the track like a canvas in
post-impressionist style

Time keeps gettin postponed like Emmy Awards

My moms cataloguin my shit like she's Afeni
Shakur

Many of y'all ain't even worth a penny for
thoughts

So I ignore the rumors and the biters

More than y'all ignore the Unsigned Hype in The
Source

Peace to Steady Rock and Tyson [Name]

And a big fuck you to bitch Chris Lombardi at
Matador

And every A&R that turned me down

Props to kids who stayed loyal since
"Baseball" dropped

And copped the underground, see, the barrel was
facin me

Now I turn the gun around and it's got unlimited
ammunition

I dare you to question, now they'll know I'm
dressin

So don't skip through the record

But if you're lookin for some shit to bump in the
ride, you should check it



[ CHORUS ]



Alright, alright

One more time

One more time



[ CHORUS ]



What

What

What

What

What



Get it?

Got it?

Good



Let's get on with it then