Idk Songtext
von Sketch

Straight outta DMV, crazy motherfucker named Dash M
Passion, locked and loaded an assassin
Jay Skrilla shipped the beat as an attachment
I download it now you′re tuned into a classic

I don't know where I′m going with this one
But I know that it's not in your system
Fresh new era fitted on my shit, um
What you know about the dude Sketch M, huh?
Yeah

The quotes that are quotable
Unload a few, like a local do
Move like a locomotive, imposing the potent
N.O.V.A. got the golden dude
Attitude mode and rude
Mind spinning like a motor move
When I flow the groove


And my crew, 'bout to chip like a golden tooth
You pop like a shoulder do
I spit like a soldier do
Spit like a shoulder holster or a king cobra do
Fast as a lotus if you′re noticing the focus true
Pro so I′m overdue
Over him and over you
Over under bet on Sketch, roll the dice and hold the loot

You need to go to group, therapy to know the dude
Uncontrollable, maniac who throw a pole in you
Get a hold of you, quick switch like bipolar do
Put a hole in you, plus your bitch so it's a hole in two
Holy shit he holding heat, notebook, totable
Spit it aloud and then I′m killing whoever the fuck I sold it to
Tree take a toke or two
Jacks I might smoke a few
Sex is no limit hold 'em poker then I′m smoking you

Competition smokeable
Poke 'em let the vocals chew
Broke ′em down to open stabs and did it under an open roof

I don't know where I'm going with this one
But I know that it′s not in your system
Fresh new era fitted on my shit, um
What you know about the dude Sketch M, huh?
Yeah


Crawling trucks with the white and red on it, bet on it
Better yet, put you on my stage you found dead on it
You delicate, better get the fuck from out my face pussy
You five day rookies, you ain′t sick you play hooky
I'm in a VA hoodie, good and plenty stay goodie
I′m on my Woody Harrel, I'm getting green like Darryl

Fuck your barrel I got fists that′ll read you like a tarot
The animal, a mammal, aerial assault get handled

In my think tank the energy is lightly channeled
You looking lightly salted, have I blew out your candle?
This next level shit, spit it then we pressing it
Press it then we pedal it, like mountain bikes we selling it
Move it like Nick Cage in Lord of War with metal clips
Move it like the public would with UFO intelligence
Word of mouth, murder mat', serve ′em 'til they kirkin' out
Heard about, get ′em higher than Percocet then I′m murking out

I'm running with the bulls, you running with the bullshit
Pole sick, split your dome cause you′re full of shit
We rep the home of the bullets and we cool as shit

Let's see ′em hula hoop their way out of a pool of spit

I don't know where I′m going with this one
But I know that it's not in your system
Fresh new era fitted on my shit, um
What you know about the dude Sketch M, huh?
Yeah