Know Too Much

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Ah, man, don't I keep it in the black bag. We just go wherever we go after the club. Wherever. Yeah, I just record, man. I just record, it doesn't matter. Like, I just record wherever, whenever, whatever, it doesn't matter [Verse 1: Nick Lupi] See, this right here is for the Uninitiated, this for the unconvinced The unwaverin' fans bumpin' our disks Sorry, I kept you waiting, but I promise you this When we done with this shit they gonna dust it for prints What you think? I never hung with bullies in the yard Never voted for Abbott or for Julia Gillard So I'm watchin' my back like I'm Julian Assange Only payin' with cash 'cause they tracin' all my cards See, now this weed got me scopin' for cops Gettin' stoned in a glass house, throwin' my rocks Until I pass out, in my zone I'm goin' off And it won't stop till Alan Jones in the box Catch me back at the residence thinkin' 'bout the next thing Smokin' like a president, I'm Inner West wing And really you should think about investing In the campaign or the issues I'm addressing Hit you in your heart like you missing with that vest thing Anything that's pressing, everything regret brings It's like revenge for the victims that are resting Mix weed with the politics, cigarette spins What would you say wit' your last breaths given: Confession for the sinnin' or songs for the women? I'm tryna write it all but my hands lost feeling These drums already know too much, I gotta kill 'em, gotta kill 'em [Interlude: Jimmy Nice] Yeah, yeah I said these drums already know too much, I gotta kill 'em All right, all right I said these drums already know too much [Verse 2: Jimmy Nice] Picture a [?] playground where nobody playin' round Everybody know each other like they from a small town Couple bad apples and the bunch'll let you down You don't rep the same letters, better skate, ah, now Always hard to get a hold of, mum ain't caught a wink (Nah) Wonder what the Lord've though if he caught a glimpse (Damn) Paddy wagon rides every Saturday night Still I've never been to court nor been caught since Fuck these toys in the world if they with them And me my young flare and the girls we were hittin' Ain't it unfair how we did 'em, even though my dad missin' I ain't never been the type to blame the tools I was given Listen up, Nicky we on it, give 'em real, give 'em honest Lookin' at the profits, that probably isn't enough Which doctors stitchin' me up? Should I picket at your office With a 40-foot sign sayin', "Hi, listen to us" We could give six fucks 'bout your corny arse multis Weak arse metaphors, three bars dead 'em all Better than them all, we are, you can bet it all Bet you double up like BNE at Festival Hall Work it out like a medicine ball, dummy Bet on double S, double all your money We some well dressed vandals, validated villains And these drums already know too much, I gotta kill 'em [Outro: Jimmy Nice] These drums already know too much, I gotta kill 'em