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sean jean - knox hill lyrics

[part i]

[intro]
gather ’round, everyone
welcome to the youtube rehabilitation center for clout
to my left you’ll see two case studies
professor knox, what’s the, the big one? uh, munfu?
is that like a fat jigglypuff or something?
now, now grizzy, we don’t use the f*word around here
he’s just unhealthy, an ozempic starter kit will fix him right up
what about this one, professor? (white rappers)
oh no, don’t touch him, stacy, he might like that too much (nf, eminem)
we thought this one was of nigerian origin, but he seems to have confused identity (vultures, vultures, [?])
professor, the jigglypuff is, he’s pulling the other one’s pants down
ah, that’s just normal mating behavior for them
what’s he, what’s he doing with his mouth?
let nature take it’s course, kids
okay, don’t*don’t look at that
oh, that gross
oh, oh my god! that, that’s not normal (my eyes! my eyes burn)
everybody out, everybody out, cover your eyes
don’t look (oh my god, oh my god, why?)
they’ll never be able to unsee this

[verse 1]
say i’m tellin’ lies with your family of felons
remember sayin’ that a blind man he wasn’t blind, you ain’t deny that
what about your mother? you implied that
i’m racist, then you misdirectin’ statements
so you pick and choose what you reb*ttal, screw and shift the clues
ain’t it funny how that tom interview was private, then you made it public after i drop the news?
what about the rest of them reactions? you were lovin’ him
you talked about “if i was black” but i can’t find the publishin’
weird, okay, talk about reactions, take a clip and then rehash it
try to twist how it’s been added
check the titles, it’s full *n*lysis when it’s been done before, ain’t nothin’ new
but why you tryna screw with that? what the f*ck is up with you?
are you jealous that my breakdowns better? just settle
take some notes, try to get up on my level
i know, and give h the boom, i’m glad you and ez cool
but my source came from shady, i just wonder why n0body there ever f*cks with you? hm
[verse 2]
blood of the father, there’s blood in the water, floods
readin’ dead sea tablets on these red seas
as i speak with anunnaki masters
i’m gilgamesh in this battle, it’s tragic
i’m at ’em, watch him unravel, he babble on
it’s me verse the book of jean
the language of liars and faux savants
but why test a man who’s better, come vie kings, where’s your code of arms?
put me on blast
leave ’em hangin’ while you marginalize stories and lies that you never had
your last album was sloppy, a literate form of trash
all the gun bars cl!ckin’ that little mouse in your pad
then you flip to backpack and nerdcore to get you the bag
you misplace themes like you misplace features
first is “dirty water” while you peelin’ off the leeches
next, you feigning with no tv, then it’s goku and vegeta?
i don’t get the picture, but cast stones on this medusa
while you fictionalize african stories, you ain’t chinua
but when things fall apart, you still a grifter and a user, quit abusin’
heart is bruised, your deity identity of people that you use
it’s hard to choose all these tools, let’s start with scru
like when you used samad and told him “let’s work”
but where’s the comp’ that you assert? that con struck
you build him up for a feature so then he dug it, then you left him in the dirt
ghosted him like everyone you ever use, a clever ruse
but now you got a real battle, a devil you never knew, it’s you
don’t battle me, just battle you
you see, music don’t discriminate, everyone’s a muse
paint me with a broad brush for the engagement and the views
is it hatred that you use to enflame for what you fuse?
but rap has been a voice for change and names who been abused
it can heal and it can move, it can build, it doesn’t choose
but your lines, they divide for the rage, cl!cks, and the news
you wanna really make a statement? then stop aimin’, cl!ck and shoot
for somethin’ different, shape the game, build, obtain, inspire youth
spread a message they can use instead of always tearin’ down
you can change it, you can. screw it, this is the only way you listen
[part ii]

[verse]
misquote me on a line i used
i apologized and i gave the truth
i was accountable, that’s your angle, scru?
it was a tone deaf bar, not a racist view
you shamin’ me like i’m fakin’ too
that was four years ago, why the hate so new?
you knew about it then, why you ain’t fade me, scru?
’cause i wasn’t big enough to do it?
clout chase, shady had a whole tape, you forgave him, mm
ain’t it funny how you move when it gave you views
slime shady for a boost but you fake the juice
but i’m hangin’ on his name while you bait the viewers?
say “culture vulture,” i’m shady too
same angle on gawne and you hate him too
same angle on ‘church when he was flamin’ you
throw the race card in it, got a gun bar with it
better come hard with it, i ain’t talking 16s
go and come yard with it, on the hunt, y’all spinnin’
you just dumb, y’all fishin’, raise the pole for the streams
you ain’t raisin’ heat, y’all fake degrees
i see you failed geometry
you square up to me with them right angles, i’ll die mentionin’ family trees
you planted that seed, i’ll leave from this earth?
you pandered that feed, i’ll bleed in the dirt?
you literally said you’ll k!ll me first
you a drama chaser, always quick to dissin’
diss ksi, then you switch positions
diss your own brother if it made you richer
but where’s his features? (that’s family, man)
faked a smoke feature (that’s family, man)
faked a metro feature (that’s family, man)
why you usin’ his features? (that’s family, man)
better lie, sense that it’s fine
sensin’ a crime, cents for his time
better save face, time to pull files
get the copyright, you copy, right?
you a sloppy type, scru, don’t forget the “b”, you a scrub
i mean, don’t forget the “b,” you a blood
that why you diss crypt, i see the rage seekin’
talkin’ anime, but you fake screenin’
came in that culture, straight gatekeepin’
talkin’ ’bout a vulture but that hate seepin’
so you stirred the pot for no reason
nerdcore been around for 35 years, you tell ’em how to move
you tell ’em what to do, ’til they finally go on and freeze ya
now you just speakin’ for all reactors? who’s leechin’?
[part iii]

[intro]
(woke up this mornin’)
oh no (you got yourself, yourself, yourself)
you got yourself a*. nah
somethin’ special ’bout this beat
i had to come back on this one
you ready? woof

[verse]
dogs bark, b*tches talk, you ain’t a g without a rumor
i don’t know, but i’m worried about this boomer
let’s talk about schemin’ 16s, book a flight
let’s talk about that server you deleted overnight
it’s a funny type of man, what you do with hands?
the sh*t we do for fame and the sh*t you do with fans
the sh*t we do for name and the sh*t you didn’t plan
you can take it to the grave ’til that sh*t hits the fan, hm
what type of man creeps with his friend’s girl?
when they say “they sleepin’ on ya”, new meanings for your words
we can go and ask him how you put your friends first
you just slipped and your d*ck went and fell inside of her?
listen, i ain’t bein’ mean with this
i’m sorry you’re a piece of sh*t, i know you gotta feed a kid
but you’re the one who heated this and me, i’d rather plead the fifth
but i dig not even deep and look what i found, sh*t
patreon tips in the ground
this ain’t the body count i’m expectin’ from this f*ckboy rapper
i just hope you brought protection, when he says “don’t test him”, nah
how can you erect your home wreckin’ but you soft?
okay, say i got privilege
but you abuse power, is it l*st you devour?
black harvey weinstein with his nuts in the balance
who you bustin’, you coward? throw the towel in
okay, play the race card, cop a deal for light damage
we don’t need to go far to know you hate white rappers
ain’t it funny what’s around you out in nebraska
call me corny from them cornfields you really harassin’
i’m from pg county where the culture is proved
take a look around, how you claim the culture is you?
d*mn, darrel (d*mn, darrel), i know k!llers and robbers
who you harmin’? out on your patch it’s tractors and farmers
boy, you harmless, it’s on, your arms still?
he from lincoln gettin’ k!lled in the booth, i’m john wilkes
okay, claim nigeria, where they ain’t never heard of ya
you ain’t no murderer and you ain’t no yoruba
just stay inside your village, boy, fiddle with your little toys
go and raise your kid or get destroyed
f*ck bein’ a better rapper, just go be a better man
get a plan, sign that prenup, go and settle with your fans
sh*t, still want smoke? you a bad boy, puffy
’cause i’m white and look like bieber, dog, you still can’t touch me
don’t f*ck with me, darrel, i ain’t sharin’ a bond
but if the shoe fits and fits on this b*tch wearin’ jean

- knox hill lyrics

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