Royce da 5'9" - What I Know lyrics

Unlock ya locks, and keep ya keys
The Pac in me got me thinkin' deeply
I got to shock MCs wit my philosophies
'Cause I think very deeply
Where I come from where you sweat ya pen up
Young gun rep-resenter from the Ep-icenter
The microphone fienin' for a microphone
Before he knew what a microphone mean
With them four pounds
And they soundin' in off
And them slugs, get them
Thugs, and the ground, get the chalk
Niggas hearts is dissolvin', involved in
What Farakhan and Jim Brown couldn't solve

I'mma tell you what I know, what I know

'Cause the boys in the hood is always hard
You come talkin' that trash
They'll pull ya card
Who would have known that the boy
Growin' up playin' them cards
Will soon know the music he wrote
It was so true
Who could raise me after I been amazed by Dre
And NWA, and you couldn't pay me
To back the staff for free, I will believe
It ain't nothing Shady in the Aftermath
Perhaps when you unwrappin' the plastic
You respect whatever you hear
And the styles is growin'
Them guys is clonin' them pioneers
Rappers wanna be classic like
They Clef, Pras, and Lauryn

I'mma tell you what I know, what I know

Elvis was a hero to most
But he never meant shit to me
It's statements
Like that made me gauge, White, Black
Hate to make
Me say - I like when they fight back, they
Meaning rap, I vent myself
Leanin' back, not knowin' that I meant myself
A lesson comin' fast
You dudes better catch it
Whenever the future answers your
Questions from the past
And hold that, I'm spillin' these cold raps
'Cause I am a throwback you feeling a soldier
And keep tryin' to keep up
With the kind of guy
That'll play you until they fatally
Say that the game's over

I'mma tell you what I know, what I know

Oh my God, I destroy cities like the Blob
Goin' from city to city
Seein' who I could rob
Goin' from makin' them poems up in my garage
Then goin' on major tours with
Me and my squad
Goin' from listenin' to Reggie to meeting him
With my palms sweaty to him
Telling me I'm deadly
Goin' from likin' to spray the
Club after a night that didn't go my way to
Plug to writin' for Dre
You damn right I was raised the amazin'
Hand-writin' on the same page that
You can't type on
So I black out the usual same way
The old fashion rap 'til it's no lights on

I'mma tell you what I know, what I know