Knock

Lyrics

Jean Grae - "Knock" [Emcee(s): Jean Grae] [Producer(s): Mr. Len] [Sample (Multiple Elements): Grateful Dead - "Help On the Way" (0:00)] [Verse 1: Jean Grae] Yo, this shit keeps weighing me down, beating me up Like every day's governed by Murphy's Law, it never drops But inside, I'm tied up in stress, knots, and chains And bills that ain't paid. I damn near work For Dun & Bradstreet, keep a bank card and a wallet for show I hate empty spaces, fill 'em with MetroCards That's spent, already took me places, Fun Passes, loose changes Gum wrappers, maybe numbers, battery covers To CD players, and that's it. I got some plastic But can't even use it, the bad credit's so drastic Ask me, bastard, if I'm signed. I rhyme sick, but niggas Is quick to turn their back on spitters with clits Hit 'em with this and ridiculous phrase flow that exit My lips—ayyo, I mean my face though They still want chicks with tits and ass out My respect is worth more than your advance cash-out I'm fucking you right in the ear. If these chicks did it, you'd be Catching gonorrhea. The only thing I spread is tinnitus (Right?) Just trying to keep this shit right, and for all of y'all Asking when my joint dropping, watch me this year. It's like… [Hook: Jean Grae] (x2) Hustles don't get knocked, except the ones that Fuck with my business and dough, you can forget that I told you once it's not gangsta, it's just right Don't get it fucked, I don't like to spit my shit twice Keep your fake thugging, afraid to get in fist fights Glittery knuckles never made me shiver, buckle never Nukka, this how I get down [Verse 2: Jean Grae] It's crazy How I'm still catching y'all with no major distribution Slice through like guillotines, I'm precise with the execution The definition of artist, past the hype and the business So I paint the track like a canvas in post-Impressionist style Time keeps getting postponed like Emmy Awards My mom's cataloguing my shit like she's Afeni Shakur Many of y'all ain't even worth a penny for thoughts So I ignore the rumors and the biters more than y'all ignore the Unsigned Hype in The Source. Peace to Steady Rock and Kice of Course And a big "fuck you" to bitch Chris Lombardi at Matador And every A&R that turned me down. Props to kids who stayed Loyal since "Baseball" dropped and copped the underground See, the barrel was facing me. Now I turn the gun around And it's got unlimited ammunition—I dare you to question There'll be no undressing, so don't skip through the record But if you're looking for some shit to bump in the ride, you should check it [Hook: Jean Grae] (x2) Hustles don't get knocked, except the ones that Fuck with my business and dough, you can forget that I told you once it's not gangsta, it's just right Don't get it fucked, I don't like to spit my shit twice Keep your fake thugging, afraid to get in fist fights Glittery knuckles never made me shiver, buckle never Nukka, this how I get down