Diabolic - You Don't Know (Freestyle) lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, yo (You don’t know)
Diabolic (What you’re doing)
Uh, huh, Foul Play

I’ve been dodging the law and
The long arm of it coppin’ the raw
Holding weight like a strong argument
I settle scores by knocking on Heaven’s door
Since I contemplated sky-diving off
The seventh floor
I stay true, that’s word to our blessed Lord
‘Cause this sign is something I
Would accept death before
Blessed metaphors since Em had
Grim to go jogging but the nicer you are
The more they leave you no option
So I murder breaks and loops
On stage for proof then I raise the roof
Like convertible racing coupes
I love to battle
But it’s dead I hate the truth
What happened to cats like Supernat, Face
And Juice?
Rap ain’t half as hot, the classics stopped
Matter of fact, i ain’t heard a classic
Since Illmatic dropped
Everything’s blasting shots, cash and rocks
Ass and twat, everyone hustles
No one spends cash to cop
So yo, I can admit it

I used to move haze for cheap
But now I just blaze, like a made this beat
I play for keeps
Folks getting hand to hand money
Keeping the heat close like
I’m Stan Van Gundy
Fans can’t love me, I am the most hated
Like Bolic’s nice as fuck, but fuck him
He won’t make it
I’m at shows wasted, and taking more shots
Than them four cops who popped
Diallo on that Bronx block
Trigger-pulling cop popping his weapon
Could go from on top to
Comstock in split seconds i’ve been reppin’
Chin checking your jaw fast
‘Til you look like Kanye West
After the car crash
That’s the forecast, so I guess I see why
These haters are tight like camel tails Levis
I spit this heat live
Won’t stop ’till the beat’s done
Or at least ’til I disturb
The peace and police come
MC’s front like Bolic’s shit
Ain’t poppin’ son
But it’s been a fact since the
Hidden track on Vol 1

Diabolic got these faggots peeing a puddle
When I’m on they front porch
With gasoline and a shovel
Fiending for trouble
’cause I’ll be dead by age 30
In an early grave, nah
I’ll put you in a grave early
I stay dirty, stressed bottled up like Avion
So I’m stomping cats out
Picturing my baby moms
What’s this lady want
In a pink and black sandals
Driving me to drink
So I’m driving drinking Jack Daniels
I’m the guy, ride or die, driver side leaning
High beaming people while they
Driving by screaming
I reply to demons, hearing voices in my head
They tell me shit like feed some
Rat poison to a fed

Most cats would be scared
But, I’m enjoying them instead
When someone’s suicide ’bout to jump
I join ‘em on the ledge
I’m close to the edge
Stubborn and missing screws
My imaginary friend’s the only
One I listen to i see the bitch in you
And I sense the hoe’s anger
So I’ma go shank ya and pull
Out with a coat hanger
It ain’t hard to tell these
Fellas sense I’m real
When I laugh at major labels
And develop mental deals
I feel forced to kill
When I ain’t getting this wealth
They force my had
Like my brother saying stop hitting yourself
Got y’all shitting yourselves
Scared to face us
Y’all some inflatable sex dolls
A bunch of fake fucks
So fall back off my ballsack
’cause y’all wack you ain’t about shit
All you ever do is talk crap
I four track my mixtape
Now all I need to get papes
Nine bullet wounds, steroids
And to lift weights
So everytime you think you know me
Or who I roll with
Just keep in mind we foul play
And you don’t know shit