You Don't Know Songtext
von Jesse B Dawg

I′m a raise my kids to be just like me
Loudmouth emcee's making music moves strategically

Ill open a man like a can of van camps
N watch his esophagus gasp for air without a damn chance

Ima fuck up, huffen gas while gassen up
I ain′t had enough n now I'm back ta acten up
I'll blast a fuck without asken what the fuck is up
I love when punks try ta run up n get slam-dunked

The Jordan of rap is recordin the track
I′m on necessary slap tryna ta resurrect the boom baps
You must a gassed your fucken ass off on your last track
Cuz now you′re stranded only handelen a gas can

It feels good to be a king like me
Everything is possible its all in my reach
Anything is probable its knowledge we need
N if you don't see that than I don′t think you need to breathe


I been out here working for a long time
I'm tryna get a little light in the sunshine
Cuz sometimes my mind is achen
N I think bout maken money with satan
I been out here working for a long time
I′m tryna get a little light in the sunshine
Cuz sometimes my mind is achen
N I think bout maken my money with satan

The second verse is much worse than the first
If you play it to reverse the hidden message will emerge

It's kinda odd how the business makes you feel
U used to think the shit was real n then you made it
Now u just think that every muthafuckas faken
N any conversation ain′t really worth debaten

I know I'm haten but I'm tryna set em straight
The music business is the internet dope game
N u can get paid if you spit some cocaine
But if it ain′t the fire then you ain′t earnin no name

Slangen verses over Facebook and PayPal
So muthafuckas rappin with the big names now
But it'll cost ya Lil buddy better boss up
I′m tired of waiten for my break I'll break em off dawg

N leave em looking like Fools on the fucken song
That′s whats happen when the bongman hits the bong


I been out here working for a long time
I'm tryna get a little light in the sunshine
Cuz sometimes my mind is achen
N I think bout maken money with satan
I been out here working for a long time
I′m tryna get a little light in the sunshine
Cuz sometimes my mind is achen
N I think bout maken money with satan

I'll kill ur illest emcee's they ain′t got skills to me
They can′t kill beat and that kinda seals the deal for me
I kill for free n build a field of dreams outta broken beats
Spittn bars at a coffee table rollen weed

My first microphone was purchased with dirty money
My newest one too, shit dawg I been hungry

I done blew up in your face u fucken idiots
N That was back in 08' Big C, Fitty shit

I still write with steel pipes packed real tight
I′m sittin nice this don't even seem like its real life

I foul mouth record em leave em stew and hoard em
Perfect practice got me smashen on the rap recordins

I pump iron with my pointer like its nothin
Bongman crew that′s the crew that I fuck with

I compose with icicles while its blazen snow
My Ice cold glacier flows got the world froze

I been out here working for a long time
I'm tryna get a little light in the sunshine
Cuz sometimes my mind is achen
N I think bout maken money with satan
I been out here working for a long time
I′m tryna get a little light in the sunshine
Cuz sometimes my mind is achen
N I think bout maken money with satan