The Knack

LETRA

The Knack

Verse 1 propaganda
well it’s the most open minded,
take it back rewind it.
search and ancient text to find a truer bottom line its
switched to different language,
then masterin’ the slang
spit phrase to give praise to born, died and raised
you’re losin’ your crew wishin a brusin at your choosin’
jah gave us favor and flavor at crowd movin’
still rhyme wit’ open hands in real time i’m here
turn off the internet to here some live intellect.
the underground ain’t there no more, still they ask me where is your
loyalty in realness or fake but bro wait
before your mouth dispellin’
know what you tellin
cuz underground’s a mind frame and now-a- days it’s sellin
the real never change what they came to say and do
but yal call um fake when they try to feed their crew
their own sons and daughters are starvin’ at your will
cuz if they sell to much you say they ain’t keepin’ it real?
Hook
we found the knack
and the meaning of being a tunnel rat so
i know my position vision is clear
to everybody here if you too can see then say me (me) we (we)
(x2)
Verse 2 griffin
grab the notepad drag a verse out of my dome
lock it in a cage sentenced to a life with out home
make my thoughts known with every stroke depicting my pain/
and let not the glitter of pop determine my game/
i’m fresh cause i say, not cause the zeros that come with my pay/
griff has (ever since this culture took hold of my brain)/
stood in the shadows, with the rest of the ones in exile/
focusing on the roots and development of the best styles/
feet planted in deep standing for strong delivery/
shifting my aim to those who’re opposing my people’s liberty/
what now, your whole crew fronted until they met me/
slept until the this son crept slowly but evidently/
this under ground brotha wit anger ragin for changing/
won’t compromise the ground laid only to build a nation/
we’ll free ya mind humble the mumbling nemesis/
play the wall till them cornballs exit the premises
Hook
Verse 3 drastik
aint nuttin new to me, step with my nines every time and opportunity i get, keep a new breed cassette in the deck cuz only true mc move me with inner che energy like bruce lee, my rep is to brutally reck, cute mc that steps,
they usually get swept in sets of two or three,
excuse me while i let empty my uzi on the enemy's kingdom, every mc screaming for freedom like chewi, in the movie moving at light speed don't lose me only trues be inscribed in my loose sleeve note book, cousin no hook
just spillage, boston the village i pillage with three other horse men chilling on washington ave, i'm washed in the blood bath of the lamb you know not who i am, dras t.i.c. son of the one true living