Let ’em Know Songtext
von Ill Biskits

Word up, son, check this shit out
Another funky technician, shit
My man Lord Finesse representin′ to the real niggas
Ha, what we gon' do is let you know
How it goes down in the ′95
The cut made for our sound


Check it, now I'ma let you know my steelo
I never fake the funk when it comes to my flows
I'm nice with the mic, yes, I′m pure to the essence
Lickin′ Black & Milds out when it comes to my sessions (Say what?)
'Cause I be doper than a kilogram of yayo
You′re dealin' with the duo, you′ll never catch me solo
My mouth runs a mile a minute, I'm in it to win it (What?)
I′m whippin' in the Lex while your Pinto was rented (So real nigga)
So try to catch the wild pitch of my vocals (Come on)
MCs couldn't see my rhymes with some bifocals
Ayo, it′s one for the honies, ayo, two for the dough (Say what?)
It′s three for the money, can't forget about the dough
I′m catchin' loot when I troop, I′m deeper than the roots
On Dita Van Snappy rug, yo, nuff love
'Cause I′m above the gimmick, weak niggas in this game
Talkin' shit about they skills, they all sound the same
So digest this flow and I'ma let you know
I′m the host with the most, hailin′ from the East Coast 'cause

And I′ma let you know
With all that freestyle of rap, it's time for you to go (Yeah)
And I′ma let you know
With all that freestyle of rap, it's time for you to go (Yeah)


I got more lyrics than the village got
You′ll never catch me cryin' on the mic like Jimmy Swaggart
I just tag up skins while sippin' on some gin, stashin′
My dividends, sharin′ blunts with my friends
My gear stays old, but you will catch me in some new kicks
Fuck Freein' Willy ′cause we need to free Slick Rick
And I'ma come rough for all you niggas with no lyrics
My raps is outta control, you niggas can′t steer it, so
Lay down your guns because it ain't worth the hassle
MCs couldn′t fade me even if I was an asshole
I'm lampin' like Flava Flav ′cause rhyme pays
Blow your whole flow away, try again another day ′cause
You gotta be true to earn props
I'm keepin′ shit on lock and representin' hip-hop
You don′t stop to the bang-bang, then I boogie
Plus I rock the mic even though I am a rookie
I'm new to the game, but I′m true to the game
So check me out, yo, and I'ma let you know 'cause

And I′ma let you know
With all that freestyle of rap, it′s time for you to go (Yeah)
And I'ma let you know
With all that freestyle of rap, it′s time for you to go (Yeah)
And I'ma let you know
With all that freestyle of rap, it′s time for you to go (Yeah)
And I'ma let you know
With all that freestyle of rap, it′s time for you to go (Yeah)

Now when I'm dipped in the P-O-L-O, say hello
I be the fly guy, but I don't like sportin′ ties
I′m high off the beats when they pumpin' through my headphones
I stay headstrong when it comes to my microphone
I keep away from violence, speakin′ about shotties
I'm more on the tip of pimpin′ bitches like Scotty (What?)
I mean, I put words together like Vanna
And keep your ears open from Cali to Atlanta
From coast to coast, I push rhymes like a stroller
Got you hoppin' like hydraulics, I′m harder than a boulder
'Cause I'm about the raps, flippin′ rhymes like acrobats
Sixty-four ounces of hops and twenty sacks
So pause for a second, my recollection
Is that I got skills flowin′ in the right direction
I mean correction, 'cause I′m about perfection in my flow
So try to hang with me, nigga, I'ma let you know ′cause

And I'ma let you know
With all that freestyle of rap, it′s time for you to go (Yeah)
And I'ma let you know
With all that freestyle of rap, it's time for you to go (Yeah)
And I′ma let you know
With all that freestyle of rap, it′s time for you to go (Yeah)
And I'ma let you know
With all that freestyle of rap, it′s time for you to go (Yeah)

Woo, protect the realness, baby
Hah, protect the realness, baby
Word, we keepin' it real right here