Testo Knock, Knock - GZA
Testo della canzone Knock, Knock (GZA), tratta dall'album Legend Of The Liquid Sword
I'm the obscene slang kicker with no parental sticker
Advising y'all that wise words is much slicker
Under circumstances, label advances
Ample opportunity, infinite chances
To rhyme, to unrelated beef I don't stress
I've seen many killed for infinitely less
Your raps be the clips that's packed with lies
Cowardlessly you shoot up those innocent bys
Extra long verses, hundred bars of length
The percentage of the truth in the rhyme was one-tenth
A solid mass of minerals easily broke down
Hard rock MCs, you're nothing but compound
Sparked by the endless greed of CEOs
And the videos with those questionable flows
Take your twenty-six, cut it down to four bars
Make it a hook, if it's not I'm sorry to send a buck
Knock knock, who the fuck is banging at my door?
Is it abstract, commercial or hardcore?
Better know who the fuck they looking for
'Cause they don't want more
Yo, knock knock, who the fuck is banging at my door?
Is it abstract, commercial or hardcore?
Better know who the fuck they looking for
They don't want more
The cream of the crop, we run circles that remain symmetrical
Enlightening victories is highly electrical
My microphone is just too hot to handle
Plus I don't fill your ears with the bitter scandals
I give rap the sword off the DJ pump it
March to the sounds of Armstrong trumpet
Great things satisfy great minds
You want me to paint scenes, describe it in eight lines
Check it, conceptional breakthrough, incomprehensible
Raps that make you convinced it's invincible
Least of my words powerful, hazardous
The most dedicated research to gather this
Info, tempo is gathering momentum
A thousand rounds of ammo, wondering who spent them
Apply science to vocals we flying through
Victorious always because I am who?
Knock knock, who the fuck is banging at my door?
Is it abstract, commercial or hardcore?
Better know who the fuck they looking for
'Cause they don't want more
Yo, knock knock, who the fuck is banging at my door?
Is it abstract, commercial or hardcore?
Better know who the fuck they looking for
They don't want more
I wrote this rhyme with a Sharpie
You see the dart be ignitions for
Those with keys who wanna start me up
That's where nature and nightmare converge
When you're holding so much inside you gotta splurge
All these snakes with the fangs that poke through your denim
When you move it accelerates the action of the venom
But the purity of sacrifice getting stung twice
From those who load dice, the target is G. Rice
Us rhyme travelers are light years beyond
The Clan had a bond that made the world respond
Considering my own future, I'm used to
Damaging MCs and polying with producers
Whose name ranking serial from two-track to stereo
Hold back songs playing weak shit from Tereo
We all peak at a singular point in time
'Til you see the sign, resign
Knock knock, who the fuck is banging at my door?
Is it abstract, commercial or hardcore?
Better know who the fuck they looking for
'Cause they don't want more
Yo, knock knock, who the fuck is banging at my door?
Is it abstract, commercial or hardcore?
Better know who the fuck they looking for
They don't want more
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Writer(s): Gary E. Grice, Charles B. Simmons, Joseph B. Jefferson
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