Knocked
Built for beef like a wildebeest
Cap a don after I kill a priest
God forbid these villains breathe
Rarely if they ever go willingly
Time heals all
Let the pendulum swing
Leave them dead in the street
Eyes wide shut
Spilling my guts
I might just
Paint the town red like blood
Get my brush
Got the whole west side jumping
Step right up
Something wicked this night comes
Watch it slip past ya
As the clock ticks faster
I was boxed in but the locksmith cannot get captured
I'm on it
Demolish then I'm gone with the wind
Cuz following trends is the reason we all walking on pins
Stomp my feet
Rock the crowd
I got you now
Hold out the mic and they all get loud
I got you now
People in the front getting knocked around
I got you now
Homies in the back
Where the fuck you at
I got you
Check the catalogue
Guess you had it wrong
The shit I build is Babylon
You just babble on
What I write
Is cold as ice on a mastodon
Feel like I'm frozen in time
They thought the last was gone
Back at it like badasses
Blasting Black Sabbath
Bonafide classic
Your shit's trash but I can't leave it at that
Get ornery
You'll like Ozzy when you're eating a bat
I'm teaching the class
How it's supposed to be done
101
Be ready to shoot if you're holding the gun
The sky is the limit
But don't fly too close to the sun
For I am a legend
So you best approach me as such
The fucking Don Giovanni
From Brooklyn to Long Beach
One day it'll all be mine
Everybody looks like raw meat
I cook
They salty
So I turn these grapes into wine
Cap a don after I kill a priest
God forbid these villains breathe
Rarely if they ever go willingly
Time heals all
Let the pendulum swing
Leave them dead in the street
Eyes wide shut
Spilling my guts
I might just
Paint the town red like blood
Get my brush
Got the whole west side jumping
Step right up
Something wicked this night comes
Watch it slip past ya
As the clock ticks faster
I was boxed in but the locksmith cannot get captured
I'm on it
Demolish then I'm gone with the wind
Cuz following trends is the reason we all walking on pins
Stomp my feet
Rock the crowd
I got you now
Hold out the mic and they all get loud
I got you now
People in the front getting knocked around
I got you now
Homies in the back
Where the fuck you at
I got you
Check the catalogue
Guess you had it wrong
The shit I build is Babylon
You just babble on
What I write
Is cold as ice on a mastodon
Feel like I'm frozen in time
They thought the last was gone
Back at it like badasses
Blasting Black Sabbath
Bonafide classic
Your shit's trash but I can't leave it at that
Get ornery
You'll like Ozzy when you're eating a bat
I'm teaching the class
How it's supposed to be done
101
Be ready to shoot if you're holding the gun
The sky is the limit
But don't fly too close to the sun
For I am a legend
So you best approach me as such
The fucking Don Giovanni
From Brooklyn to Long Beach
One day it'll all be mine
Everybody looks like raw meat
I cook
They salty
So I turn these grapes into wine
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Writer(s): Jacob Wise
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