'93 ft. Knowaru Lyrics

Yeah

Sintax

(Haha, yeah)

Who the hell's got as hot as we got

Living the life of a commodity

Still poverty shot

I'm in the pocket of a popular spot

Top to bottom on the botany pot

Popping and locking

Dropping toxins in my chatterbox

Stop him

Get this man some oxygen

Promptly before we stomp him

I like a fair fight

I turn a pair of Air Nikes

Into an imperative terrorist strike

For clarity?

I'm territorial, oratorical oracle

Portable wise guy

Immortalize rhetorical

Sorta horrible, adoring myself

Orbiting orbitals

A tourist in Hell, formally cordial

Plural touring all the butts

In space, I hit the floor

With Mr. What's-his-face

On the cusp

Of tracing trace elements

Plush with grace

Tusk to elephant

Trust my fate

Dust to skeleton

Busy leveling up

Busting levies and such

Clutch the heavenly cuff

Suck the remedy

Up

I'm not your fucking enemy

I'm in my own lane

Off blow-caine and ketamine

Incidentally

My vision is a rental

My mental is a broken cage

Poking through the dental

The runaway rage

Of a shiv to the ribs

Made a modern day slave

A poor father to his kids

It goes farther and gets deeper

The bar hopping creature

From the ether

The death-seeker

The best feature

Chest heaver, stress leaver

Duress teacher

Heat seeker

Meat cleaver the peace keeper

Pucker up for the tungsten punch

Backhanded quips

Implanted in your wigs

Y'all move like truants subdued

While we move

Like a monsoon on shrooms

I'm Tom Cruise from Top Gun

Fox two, Fox one, bombing crews

Hopping out the Datsun

Play the possum

Imposters posturing impossibly

Deuteronomy comedy

Yeah

(Yeah, buddy)

That's how the beat goes

'93 'til apocalypse drops

Eating chocolate in nothing

But socks, chopping a roxy

(Chop chop chop)

Nobody fucking stopping me

(Yeah, buddy)

F9 bitches

Yeah, Knowaru