King Sun – You Don’t Know

King Sun – You Don’t Know Lyrics

Artist: King Sun
Song: You Don’t Know

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, ride music yo
Yeah yeah, uptown yo
Yeah yeah, boogie down yo
Uh

n#gg#s is kicking it, wicked just like six
Wicked witches and devil b#tches, this time i start feeling itches
With the bodies of the john gotti wannabes, i chop sh#t 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 sh#t 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 sh#t 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 n#gg#s don’t know the steelo

You don’t know my steelo, you don’t my style
Gun hill n#gg#s will get you right now
You don’t know my steelo, you don’t my style
One or two n#gg#s ‘ll get you right now

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 f#ck with me, i doubt
My skills work as a shield to protect, girls never reject
Real n#gg#s 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 sh#t
I’m dropping jewels on you fools and you idiots
I got the free-throw cause i got foul
You n#gg#s don’t know my steelo and you still don’t know my style

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 motherf#cka
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 sh#t
〈.?.〉 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 b#stards
f#ck a million records sold, f#ck 〈.?.〉
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
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Release Year: 2002