Knoe Doe/Dialogue (feat. Dialogue)

Sshhh...
Another night
Writing
Fuck it
Alright, let's do this

(Yeah)

I ain't poor, but I ain't rich neither
I spit ether, either that, or heat seeker
You hotboy? I suggest you chill
Too many Wayne's in the game, and I won't rest until
I kill them all, psyche, im kiddin' dawg
I wouldn't actually stab a man, it's just a song
"Then can't we all get along?" We can't, bitch
I stay high, off of the bombest cannabis
"Can I get a hit?" Nah-nah, you can't
But you can suck on these nuts like all these tramps
That we're stuck up, back when I was
Nothin' but a kid, now they wanna sit on my dick
And what am I do, say no? Hell no, bro
Bring that ho' over here and let me spank her some more
Fuck her 'till she bust, but, I'm still up, yup
Suck it, slut, you know you love it, huh

Ho's tell me I'm a pro
But I knoe doe
Bro's wanna hear a flow
Cause they knoe doe
Oh, kid talkin' shit on the low-low?
Tell that joe-shmo, to hop-off; pogo
Ho's tell me I'm a pro
But I knoe doe
Bro's wanna hear a flow
Cause they knoe doe
Oh, kid talkin' shit on the low-low?
Tell that joe-shmo, to hop-off; pogo

I spit dopiness, when I lose focus
On this planet, I can't stand it at times
Sometimes, I find myself stressed the fuck out
That's why, Dak and I pack the fuck out
Of my bong, light it up and gone
Fuck Cloud 9, I'm flying up to Mars
I'm tryna go far, with this music shit
That's why I write bars, almost abusing it
Use it to soothe my mind, not doin' suicide
This isn't do or die, to me, it's do then die
Wanna leave a mark, be apart of history
Nor do I want to be an ordinary being
Fuck getting cheese-I just want to pay my bills
Don't say I'm real, cause I've never gained a 'mill
Before so I don't know how I'll react
Just hope to the lord I'll remain intact

Ho's tell me I'm a pro
But I knoe doe
Bro's wanna hear a flow
Cause they knoe doe
Oh, kid talkin' shit on the low-low?
Tell that joe-shmo, to hop-off; pogo
Ho's tell me I'm a pro
But I knoe doe
Bro's wanna hear a flow
Cause they knoe doe
Oh, kid talkin' shit on the low-low?
Tell that joe-shmo, to hop-off; pogo

Yo
I attack the mic, whether your black or white
I'll have you like a fag dancing all night
(Faggot)
But I'm a chill dude, on the real
I get so high; I could dunk on Shaquille
Ho kneel when I pass by, or get a black eye
I don't wanna be a bad guy, but damn I'm
So dark with the flow I'm Mozart
I compose art, bro and follow my own heart
I spit shit, ever since I listened
To hip-hop when I was a little bitch, kid
My lyrics were trash, but I don't gives a damn
I practiced this rap shit, now I'm ready to tackle it
I'm massive, as if, I stand gigantic
Grab a whack rappers raps and trash it
Then bash in, the back of his skull
And split his fucking cabbage into a salad, agh
(Ugh)

Ho's tell me I'm a pro
But I knoe doe
Bro's wanna hear a flow
Cause they knoe doe
Oh, kid talkin' shit on the low-low?
Tell that joe-shmo, to hop-off; pogo
Ho's tell me I'm a pro
But I knoe doe
Bro's wanna hear a flow
Cause they knoe doe
Oh, kid talkin' shit on the low-low?
Tell that joe-shmo, to hop-off; pogo

Looking for a better desire
Stomachs empty, looking for a crowd to admire
Gather up the intellect that we require
To construct and build our own conductive empire
When the question-of-the-doubt is all-entire
Take a peak at the steez that we acquire
Just take a look at this hard work that we perspire
Tryna fund a different group that we could inspire
Heavy on the grind, really hungry at the same time
Having fun
In California under the summer sun
Screaming out "fuck the easy income and the scum"
All this hard work and weight comes in a ton
We out here rubberbly speaking in tongue
Whatever situation that awaits us here we come
From Slauson to Harbor Area
To 1-3-1-0 is where we really from