Fly That Knot

Yo, I know you like that
How cats is stuck in purgatory for life
He cleaned his mask with a shoe mitt
And can't escape the room, you can't escape the tomb
Let's go, yo, yo, yo
Rocks out live with the worst sound first round knock out
I don't know why people try to be live when they not
I don't know why people try to be live when they not

They in the dark swingin' right to left
Pay and groan like young Mike and get knocked out
Burstin' caps at a Nazi rap label
The beat create a mood or eat your whole plate of food

Basically doin' nathin' you a waste of space and time
That make the whole world earthquake, shake and move
Tryin' to fight the enemy without sight

A demonstration of takin' it all the way home

I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot

Children, come sit, gather face the rapid fire
Everybody instigatin', not just the ref
You like that, yeah, yeah
I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot
About time you heard a rhyme flow with Doom and Kweli
Kweli and Doom the 1-2, the combination, let's go

That this is myself in the pack was sort of my intention
Versus Potsy cursin' Yahtzee at the crap table
Clingin' to the little bit of light that's left
You all wear a mask sometimes, I can relate to Doom
The end villain, the champ tramp
Flowin' since they had him holdin' [Incomprehensible]
It's like havin' relations without the penetration

Of the super slap shit outta liar
Evaporate an ice grill, read the seeds of Aesop fable

I don't know why people try to be live when they not
Yeah, free the radio population
Anymore questions will born 'em a lesson
Yeah, free the radio population

We gotta call the fire department
I don't know why people try to be live when they not
We got that uncut flow that bring the cops out

I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot
Wiped it off, got dressed and left
I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot
We can shoot the fire on the dirt ground
We got that uncut flow that bring the cops out

Always chasin' mine is how you lost your place in line
There's an E, true Hollywood story for the pluckin' it's ripe
I don't know why people try to be live when they not

Slaughter anybody testin' my callin', my profession
You can't come close like an order of protection
Oops, a pot of hot tea spilt on the cable
While you stuck at first base and
To catch you with the combo, boom boom, Muhammad Ali
And a little bit of her blue spit she told him you so stupid
I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot
Pay and groan like young Mike and get knocked out