KNUCKLES Lyrics

The slick chin checka, mic grabbin terror

Got no beef just the sauce and cheddar

Writin hot shit to make my beats even better

Shoot up the dance floor with this verbal beretta

Salvin on some other shit

He kills it with no sentiment

The frequency gentlemen

Goin keep it fresh like peppermints

Go check your phone directory

The paramedics have to see

Your ass is gettin kicked in like an anal hysterectomy

Pause

And get your nose up out your drawers

Cos i'm comin for blood just like a rebel with a cause

Fo on the flo like the bank is gettin robbed

In one false move you'll be meetin steve jobs

The raps is blastin in your rackets

Stole the show i just hijacked it

Kicks and snares i'm huntin rabbits

Stay sharp like convicted stabbin

Quit it with the fuckin yappin

Want somethin done make it happen

MVP i must be hackin

Truth is you suckas is lackin

Kickin up a ruckus

On these pussy mothafuckas

And we servin street justice

So we do it with style

Kickin up a ruckus

On these pussy mothafuckas

And we servin street justice

So we do it with style

Met a shawty tryna kick it with me

Pulled up to her crib and we started getting frisky

Come to see her then i pleases spend the night

Wake up next morning feeling so revived

Like a psychedelic trip i'm alteratin' space and time

My feet are on the ground but in my head im fuckin flying

And while you try to hate me you ain't even in my mind

If you try to polish shit it ain't never gonna shine

Oh snap damn what the fuck

The frequency is here leavin you behind in the dust

I know you're busy eating dirt so have some time to adjust

You the type of dude to eat a sandwich with no crust

And it ain't funny so dont fuck with me

I'll lacerate yo tummy and then shatter alla yo teeth

I'll leave you lookin like a fuckin rated r crime scene

Im really feelin like a butcher cause i want this beef

So what you wanna do

Tryna talk tough just because you got a crew

Well i do too

So you better come through

I'll find yo granny and then stomp her fuckin face with my boot

These days, i walk out with a different kinda attitude

Had a habit to get invested, and too honest with it

Changed my point of view, moving past the daily hiccups

Stretched out my limbs, and watched as they slipped up

Got no patience for these bitch ass niggas

Raggedy ass, motherfuckers, never seen a mirror

Running from their problems

Lacking any common sense

Talk too much

For a brother losing consciousness

Knocked out

Got you losing all you footing, and you fucked now

Try to touch me, and i'll hit you like

Surround sound

You done son

Gun it

Causing all this ruckus

You ain't ever see us coming

The frequency 3

With some real fucker uppers

The frequency 3

We them real motherfuckers

Aight

We some real motherfuckers

We some real motherfuckers

Kickin up a ruckus

On these pussy mothafuckas

And we servin street justice

So we do it with style

Kickin up a ruckus

On these pussy mothafuckas

And we servin street justice

So we do it with style

Kickin up a ruckus

On these pussy mothafuckas

And we servin street justice

So we do it with style

Kickin up a ruckus

On these pussy mothafuckas

And we servin street justice

So we do it with