I'm the obscene slang kicker with no parental sticker
Advising y'all that wise words is much slicker
Under circumstances, label advances
Ample opportunity, infinite chances
To rhymes, to unrelated beef, I don't stress
I seem in a kilt for infinitely less
Your raps be the clips that's packed with lies
Cowardlessly, you shoot up those innocent buys
Extra long verses, hundred bars to lend
The percentage of the truth in the rhyme was one-tenth
A solid mass of minerals, easily broke down
Hard rock MCs, you're nothing but compound
Sparked by the endless greed of CEOs
And the videos with those questionable flows
Take a 26, cut it down to four bars
Make it a hook, if it's not I'm sure to send a buck
Not me, not me, not me, not me

Knock, knock, who the f*** is banging at my door?
Is it abstract, commercial, or hardcore?
Better know who the f*** they looking for
Cause they don't want more
Yeah, knock, knock, who the f*** is banging at my door?
Is it abstract, commercial, or hardcore?
Better know who the f*** they looking for
Cause they don't want more
The cream of the crop, we run circles that remain symmetrical
With lightning victories, it's highly electrical
My microphone is just too hot to handle
Plus I don't fill your ears with the bitters and scammers
I get frapped to sort off the DJs
J-Pump it, march to the sounds of Armstrong's trumpet
Great things satisfy great minds
You want me to paint scenes, describe it in eight lines?
Check it, conceptual breakthrough
Incomprehensible, rap to make you convinced it's invincible
Least of my words, powerful, hazardous
The most dedicated research we've gathered is
Info, tempo, it's gathering momentum
A thousand rounds of ammo, wondering who spent them
Apply science to vocals we flying through
Victoria's always because I am hope
Knock, knock, who the f*** is banging at my door?
Is it abstract, commercial, or hardcore?
Better know who the f*** they looking for
Cause they don't want more
Knock, knock, who the f*** is banging at my door?
Is it abstract, commercial, or hardcore?
Better know who the f*** they looking for
Cause they don't want more
I wrote this rhyme with a sharp D
You see the dark be ignitions for those with keys who want to start me up
That's where nature and nightmare converge
When you're holding so much inside you gotta splurge on your snakes
With the fangs that poke through your denim
When you move it accelerates that
Action of the venom
But the purity of sacrifice
Getting stunk twice
From those who load dice
To talk of his deep rights
Us rhyme travelers of light years beyond
The clan had a bond that made the world be spawned
Considering my own future
I'm used to damaging MC's and polyamorous reducers
Whose name making cereal from two track to stereo
Hold back songs playing weak from Tyrio
We all peak at a singular point in time
Till you see the sign, design
Knock, knock, who the f*** is banging at my door?
Is it abstract, commercial, or hardcore?
Better know who the f*** they looking for
Cause they don't want more
Knock, knock, who the f*** is banging at my door?
Is it abstract, commercial, or hardcore?
Better know who the f*** they looking for
Cause they don't want more
Is it abstract, commercial, or hardcore?