Kno Tha Status
Verbz, Mr Slipz feat. Axel Holy, Datkid, Upfront
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I've been getting slowed down, still this cold style broke out
A kid from the South, been broke and I'm still broke now
Me, I just roll round my hometown and mould sounds
Live from the gutter, courting drones, hear my lone howl
Flow's wild and I keep spitting till I'm known round
From cities to the sticks and every other little coastal town
Where nitties smoke and if approached, they think you holding brown
Yeah, I know it's foul, roads cold but we cope somehow
That be through smoke clouds or coke not to hold out
My soul shouts out for more, while I scribble my thoughts
Caught in a war of self and figures till we withered and poor
Shit's raw, ignorance is bliss for sure
I'm from where we'd rather drink instead of pick at the chords
I paint pictures of course, my script different
From the land of the villains where niggas bang and don't listen
All for thrills, leave your thoughts spilled when Nitty Stan pissin'
You know the status, players hate us
Henny, no chaser, fresh creps, dope laces
Hustle every day scraping gold out the pavement
From a place if you know then you don't really say shit
Yeah, overstand the statement
Cos your wings ain't shit if you're flying in cages
Let the violins play shit, let the whole fucking choir sing
And ring off your playlist, please
Yo, it'll never make a difference
Cos if we're Satan and that's Heaven then the devil came to visit
Pimps roll with princes
Suppose I only use the gospel when I paint my pictures
It's Krystal, it's live from the Terrordome
He got his Death Note signed on the telephone
I played the demon down, I ride on the metronome
Leather coat holds steez, Ruud Gullit
Now take this love letter sealed with a bullet
Yo, I'm tryna make the best out this shitty situs
Don't miss me with your dibby issues
Time is money, I'm tryna utilise both
I know that you're bitter if you're tryna scrutinise growth
No mercy for blaspheming in my cathedral
I'll press my foot on your necks like Beanie Sigel
Kick you while you're lying in the fetal
It's a shystie world, can't rely on other people
Cos they'll just creep out the door with it
Make sure you get the drop on them
Before they reap that reward with it
Nothing to lose, still I'll bleed out the war with it
End that and clean up the floor with it, raw with it
No sleep till I see progress
Walk with me, try speak to me 'bout no stress
I can't help it, I'm selfish by default
Now watch me replenish my ego and creep out the door with it
Bring a rag, there's loads of back up
Aren't you pissed off cos my vocal skills are class above
I take the force of a jet engine to catch me up
Moving at the speed of sound, crossing
Land, sea and space to a universal
Treating every bar like it's a loo commercial
Truth dispersal when I'm spitting words
Gifted but this is the curse
Got me sitting in the dark, deep in thought, tryna script a verse
Lift it from the crystallised herbs I'm smoking
Taking inspiration from it, I rap and bar my opponents
Before I tap 'em in the ashtray
Try stab me in the back, I'll do way more than pull a sad face
You ain't gonna do shit, spread rumours in a mad way
I hear you're full of words but when we talk it's like you can't say
Don't be talking gossip less you got the facts
Keep your eyes focused, people move sly, best to watch your back
Be on yours, fuck what they're doing, shouldn't be watching that
No time for questions, you know the plan, you ain't gotta ask