What Rap Should Sound Like

You are now entering the world of Kno-Body (Kno-Body). Who am I? It don’t matter.

This about lyrics (lyrics). This about Bars (Bars). This is a culmination of over 30 years of experience.

(Niggas ain’t ready!) Putting pen to paper. Destroying microphones. Damaging recording booths.

I am him! Believe that! (Believe it) FACTS! Check it. This is what I do.

Watch how I mix my rhymes with beats and harmonize it

Build an enterprise on some God shit And monetize it

Ain’t fucking with these bitch niggas that wanna ride dick

Saying backhanded compliments on some sly shit

Why bitch get your pride fixed or get brutalized quick

You know good and goddamn well can’t fuck with my shit

Got a sound that’s underground. Grammar born in basements

Conversations make my pocket swell. Inflammatory statements.

You feel it’s getting serious giving kids images of

Out of body experience out the mind of this lyricist

Cranium gets crushed with sounds of parties from distances

Alien abduction that’s how your body got blemishes

You get ruined thinking that what I’m doing is human

You niggas assholes rap songs bout to rip you a new one!

Whoever ain’t in agreement. Cut the air that you breathing

Go from wearing Adidas to wearing some cement

I’m like a superhero. Damn near got a cape on

While my music play on ’bout to have a séance

Channel all the spirits of the rappers that I prey on

Give me a minute, this won’t take long

Yay-u Nadjaru Wu Salafu. Nakuk t’alub ghafurnus-kuma wu nas’ar-kuma

I’m goin’ get paid while I Ginsu niggas like a switch blade

I am God on my job. No sabbath or no sick days

You’re bitch made. Got it twisted like some French braids

My shits crazed. Die from it even if you get grazed

Nigga you a dope fiend, nothing like a thug

Do the kind of shit like someone on a drug

You the type of nigga that’ll run off on the plug

You would bite the hand of someone trying to show you love

These niggas are fake. It’s imperative the metal near

These niggas are snakes like the character from Metal Gear

I’m the one you better fear, manic and depression

This a therapy session with piano and percussion

Rhyme schemes complicated. Raps that I spit out

Leave niggas constipated. Can’t get they shit out

Turn your ghost writer to Casper when I blast you

Still drop more science than NASA, I’m a Master

Articulate painting dark images

Raps dope barbiturates I scar tissue with

Ain’t no question you a goner. Left you in a coma

From congestion and pneumonia and mesothelioma

I’m a winner that for real. Ain’t no question I prevail

I’m collecting W’s, you used to taking L’s

You’re living in the matrix, all in this fake shit

Rap a song and pass along the wisdom of the ancients

I told you niggas what it is (I told you). I’m not playing (At All!)

This is only a sample. What Rap Should Sound Like

If you ain’t doing it like this, you ain’t doing it (you ain’t doing it!)

Put your mics down! Pack up! Get you a day job! ‘Cause I’m here!