You Don’t Know

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh uh uh uh Yeah yeah, check the level yo Yeah yeah, and you don't know Yeah yeah, it's the masters Yeah yeah, King Sun yo Yeah yeah, ride music yo Yeah yeah, uptown yo Yeah yeah, Boogie Down yo [Verse 1] Uh Niggas is kicking it, wicked just like six Wicked witches and devil bitches, this time I start feeling itches With the bodies of the John Gotti wannabes, I chop shit up Like I would for [?] Finger-licking chicken rappers cackle, my rhyme is a shackle Before the mic, I make it holy like it's tabernacle You can spit yours, I rip yours [?] Dismiss it, cap it like a 40 then I twist it [?] Now quit yapping, cause ain't nobody clapping for that shit you call rapping I gave birth to the rhyme like earth You might be three million miles from my style, so that's worth Nada Check-boom, I break your back bone Light up yo whole crew like a [?] Before I [?] I will open yo eyes to the Boogie Down Of the Bronx So recognize this shit is not about the glamour But I am a valedictorian, you ain't got nothing for me You need to quit rhyming and be like me, yo It's like I said, these niggas don't know the steelo [Hook] You don't know my steelo, you don't my style Gun hill niggas will get you right now You don't know my steelo, you don't my style One or two niggas 'll get you right now [Verse 2] How can I can myself the jeweler? -That's a good question I drop jewels on fools and be checking 'em with lessons Lyrically dope when I'm rhyming, I could cut glass like a diamond In between to break like a hymen I'm climbing the charts like a mountain in my Timberlands But I remember when, it was around December in 86 When I kicked down the doors I know they heard me knocking, but I had to make sure Now I'm in, and certain crabs wanted the jeweler out Talkin' about they can fuck with me, I doubt My skills work as a shield to protect, girls never reject Real niggas respect It takes real to know real, well that much is true And this is probably the reason I don't know They say the [?] Oh well, another duel from the je-wel That's why I call myself the jeweler on some city shit I'm dropping jewels on you fools and you idiots I got the free-throw cause I got foul You niggas don't know my steelo and you still don't know my style [Hook] [Verse 3] Now get me For you to get my steelo, you should be analyzing But don't find it surprising that your girl is fantasizing Wondering, why she's with some blundering sucka When she could be with the jeweler, big yellow motherfucka I'm 6 foot 7, a tree with all the trimming Not even a gynecologist has seen as many women Not always for the sex, sometimes it's the company You need to quit stressing her, cause she ain't humping me But if she was, she would not be denying it I only got truth for them youth, got no lyin shit [?] beyond capacity You got the audacity, you think you rhyming after me That's blasphemy When I finish it's diminished like an earthquake 7-point-5 on the Richter make the earth shake You clear this area, disaster-ed My style can't be mastered by none of these new jacks rap bastards Fuck a million records sold, fuck [?] I like to battle rappers face to face, while looking at them I'm even iller than [?], but you figgy-wiggy I know you picked me, cause you wanna eat me like a pigmy I never take a dive from the five, cause I'm righteous I touch your jacket, it turns to gold like I would be King Midas The [?] is moving hazardous to juveniles You're too young to know my steelo, so whack you know my style [Hook]