You Know (feat. Rich Jones & Kasparov) Video (MV)

Aiyyo
Guess who's back on the verse
That nxgga that's been down to spit a verse since birth
Whatever it was worth, dropping bombs was the norm
Regardless where I was; either Young or DePaul
Son sure was raw
Son's words would draw
Visions in your mind of design so pure
Metaphors, battle lines, stories, plus more
Jones heard the word and saw the power of his sword
Macks said that he was sure he would take the Chi forward
Forward through the forest, his beloved culture
Would stir from her snore
For sure, she'd adore
The young'n, what he brung was simply fresh like a gourd
Ace tests, pass boards, max a hundred scores
Wax opposes forces, learn from his losses
Chart the course by which to resurrect this art form
Ease the seas with calm and bring the peace to the storm
And honor fathers of the fore

Usually start it up, but now I play closer
Put in to shut it down, but I don't bring closure
Soaked in the culture; classics, the ambrosia
Got 5 on it, I win
If you want to bet, I'll loan you
No hate it's time to build, know the deal?
Rich hip hop, Savant, if words could kill?
Then I wouldn't have severed heads around me
Just a bunch of hip hop heads, all love, enough said
Apologies to those that were misled
But on my family and my bum leg, I'm well-intentioned
Family had an intervention because I was making dope
Lyrics that matched my wisdom and my hopes
Raised last on Midwest and started with the coast
But now I wouldn't change even if I overdosed
808 Drum kick sensory overload
Catch me on the rise, or you can catch me no more
Muthafxckers

And you say Chi-City
On the real
Sh*t, for starters, Macks' track is stacked, stellar, and surreal

So real, don't miss us, keep your eyes peeled
As we stand to set the standard, and we gather mass appeal
Masses yield, impart to them how we feel
Blast the field's rap skills
It's real hip hop still

Instill a sense of urgency
Game's in a state of emergency
Invert the picture: we became the new insurgency

Purposely working seams 'til we verbally purge the scene
And we murder you purty Gs sipping on herbal tea

Clowns and herbs don't be irking me
They're not deserving me
Crimes all in their minds, evil designs encourage me

Such a disturbing scene leaves MCs avert beneath
This is the living will to the world we bequeath
And in peace, we lay your pieces while priests may pray to Jesus
Decree to those in the bleachers
We'll see you another season