Dre Knox, Konflikt - Know Bout Me lyrics

You ma'afuckers clearly don't know who the
Fuck it is you're rocking with
A rotten kid, with killing as his objective
I'm positive, I'm like the teen Pac or Big
Don't like this shit? Then you
Faggots can suck my dick
Do not resist, been this way since I was born
Day one I choked the
Mid-wife with umbilical cords
Kick in the doors of the sick
While they sit in their wards
Shit in the tennis courts while I walk
Listening to Lorde i'm feeling (royal)
These other rappers got me steaming
Like the kettle was boiled
Putting MC's in their place -
In the back of museums
It's greener on the other side it's
Why I'm back in New Zealand
God cleanse me from my sins cos you
Know there are more to come


And where the angels at? I
Do believe I ordered some
Sleeping on em like they posturepedic
They saying they the best out gotta
See it to believe it i don't

The roof on fire, let it burn slow
Set the booth on fire when my verse cold
I, ugh, never been one to boast
But we doing it the most
Looking like you saw a ghost
Heard your shit and you sounding like a hoax
The last of a dying breed
Ay, ay what you know about me?

What you know bout me, what you know bout me
What you know bout me, what you know bout me
Not a muthafuckin thing
Not a muthafuckin thing
Not a muthafuckin thing
Not a muthafuckin thing

I'm in it for the war
Ain't no way I'ma truce
I'll fire middle fingers if you choose
To shoot me a deuce
Just because I'm Samoan don't mean
You call me your uce pac may be gone but the
Game ain't outta juice
These new rappers better go and
Throw the towel in bitch I'm blood thirstier
Than Giovanna Plowman
How can I "kill shit" and still be a rookie?
Call me a "mean fucker" just cos
I'm a dick to these pussies
Roam the night in a hoodie just
To give Snookie a noogie
I'm blowing up over night like -
If you slip bitch I'll twist
Your wrist til it clicks
And kiss your lips with my fist
Just like a victim of Chris
Follow roads to the pot of gold
Man I don't know
Would I go mainstream without
Selling my soul?
Could I trick the devil cos he's gullible?
I ain't sold
So get it through to your hollow skulls yo

The roof on fire, let it burn slow
Set the booth on fire when my verse cold
I, ugh, never been one to boast
But we doing it the most
Looking like you saw a ghost
Heard your shit and you sounding like a hoax
The last of a dying breed
Ay, ay what you know about me?

What you know bout me, what you know bout me
What you know bout me, what you know bout me
Not a muthafuckin thing
Not a muthafuckin thing
Not a muthafuckin thing
Not a muthafuckin thing

Now I don't know why they listening
If they call me belligerent
Listen this is not a game
To have illiterate's littering 'bout to
Have every p-p-p-p-p part of you shimmering
Still delivering the killing
Dillinger with adrenaline
Feeling like I've been given some
Ritalin when I flow
Driven to use my pen again
As penicillin to foes
Creating, more disc then Mr
Krillin' could throw
While tryna see the Top Ten
Like the Letterman show
Been thinking it's, real nice
And you know what it feels like
When real life
I'm still tryna settle the deal rights
Before I see the envelope
Signed and sealed tight
Delivered to somebody who don't know 'bout me
Man I swear you should focus
What yourselfs been doing
I'm self-influenced
So you don't wanna help to ruin
Just what I'm, out persuin'
So sit back and embrace
Put the belt around your waist and
Quickly slam on the brakes

The roof on fire, let it burn slow
Set the booth on fire when my verse cold
I, ugh, never been one to boast
But we doing it the most
Looking like you saw a ghost
Heard your shit and you sounding like a hoax
The last of a dying breed
Ay, ay what you know about me?

What you know bout me, what you know bout me
What you know bout me, what you know bout me
Not a muthafuckin thing
Not a muthafuckin thing
Not a muthafuckin thing
Not a muthafuckin thing