What I Know

Unlock ya locks, and keep ya keys

The Pac in me, got me thinking deeply

I got to shock MC's, wit my philosophy

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 fiening, for a microphone

Before he knew what a microphone mean

Wit them four pounds, and they sounding them off

And them slugs, get them thugs, and the ground, get the chalk

Niggas hearts is dissolving, involved in

What Farakhan and, Jim Brown couldn't solve

I'ma tell you what I know, what I know

It's them Boyz In the Hood+ it's always hard

You come talking that trash, they'll pull ya card

Who would have known, that the boy growing up playing them cards

Will soon know the music he wrote, it was so true

Who could raise me, after I been amazed by Dre

And N.W.A., 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 unwrapping the plastic

You respect whatever you hear, and ya styles is growing

Them guys is cloning, them pioneers

Rappers want to be classic, like they Clef, Pras, and Warren

I'ma 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 gage, White, Black, hate to make

Me say, I like, when they fight back, they

Me and rap, I vent myself

Leaning back, not knowing that I meant myself

A lesson coming fast, you dudes better catch it

Whenever the future answers ya questions from the past

And hold that, I'm spilling these cold raps

Cause I am a Throwback you feeling the soldier

And keep trying, to keep up wit the kind of guy

That'll play you until they fatally say that the game's over

I'ma tell you what I know, what I know

Oh my God, I destroy cities like the Blob

Going from city to city, seeing who I can rob

Going from making them poems up, in my garage

Then going on major tours wit, me and my squad

Going from listening to Reggie, to meeting him

Wit my palms sweaty, to him, telling me, I'm dead meat

Going from liking, to spray the club after a night

That didn't go my way, to plug a writing for Dre

You damn right I was raised, the amazing

Hand-writing 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'ma tell you what I know, what I know