🎵 You Know It’s About // by Ka

30 ContributorsYou Know It’s About Lyrics [Vocal Sample] Your skills are now at the point of spiritual insight "So?" It is now time for you reclaim our lost honor "Yes, I understand" [Intro: Ka] Yeah, it's about They know it's about Rhymes known as limestone The flow is the grout They hear my voice [Chorus: Ka] They know it's about That pain, that gutter That 'caine, that flame, that butter (that butter, butter!) They know it's about [Vocal Sample] This is how the night starts- [Verse 1: Ka] Left behind my childish ways Deal in adult matters for petty pay Work every day like there's no Sabbath from Flatbush The crack push, get popped for 'lo fabrics We bubble and shovel to the snow addicts Porch archdiocese, each ave's its own parish This my pulpit and I don't preach no bullshit Want beginner's luck? Slim bub for the full flip Fuck the planning; we stuck the landing Baggy clothes gladly tuck the cannon Nothing diminish the business of the scrambling Need spinach, we ain't finished till we handling (We ain't finished fuck that) Never scraped the plate, ate it all Wanna reach for the ceiling? Play the wall We was boys on that back street Don't sing it, better bring it cause we pack heat Dumb smelly in the underbelly, trying to break through When slabs crush didn't have much, we made do When heaters flying leave you lying, I stayed true Might find at nighttimes our lifeline debut Curtains draw dirt poor but come work the store Person heard you snore on a tour? You get hurt for sure Nimble creeping, simple greeting's words of war A show of rough from "Yo what up?" Observe your door Recruit a hard shooting guard, stay on point They come for dinner it's a front and center display, long joint Keep your wolf tickets, only cowards bought it Here apes flex, you take steps and power forward [Chorus: Ka] They know it's about (yea) That pain, that gutter (that gutter!) That 'caine, that flame, that butter (that butter, butter!) They know it's about (they know it's about) [Verse 2: Ka] None rival, my catalog's a slum bible Not the right course but with white horse, unbridled In the 'Ville pumping steel, hunt until we feel full Home cold as Poconos fill rodent holes with steel wool You capture your stature firing a full clip We line the street beefing, trying to eat dying for bullshit With the toaster racked, it roast your fabric And friends if conflict ever ends we post traumatic Quote for better, wrote the letter, "Sincerely yours" To heal the sores, where the real is forged Pen fire, from empire to golden state I write it loud, incite a crowd, then motivate Couple infractions, scratching prose admitting it On quiet track rewrite that for those illiterate [Chorus: Ka] They know it's about That pain, that gutter That 'caine, that flame, that butter (that butter, butter!) They know it's about (They know it's about) [Vocal Sample] Some are ready for action Some are not [Vocal Sample] We need emotional content