Who Knows by Eye Con Lyrics
[Sense-A, B The Unknown]
The mic is op weapon... (4x)
[Hook: Casella]
Who the fuck rules this place?
We don't even know it
Y'all getting schooled by fools, guess what
You ain't even know it
Y'all claim to give no fucks
But try not even show it
Open your eyes, for the times of lies, realize
We golden
[Verse 1: Sense-A]
You know I excel 'till I'm expelled
Try to learn how to get that spelled
Try to extract my love for the abstract
But you don't count, take another shot with the handheld
Get drunk, wasted, in a coma, 'cuz
You wanna know how that felt
Sense you need a taste in the way of the common sense
There Sense-A got a black belt
Those lessons payed with the memory cache
But that's way past being present in class
But only the gifted pass
Without a good grade they say you get left in the cold ash
Catch 'em all, pretty sick when my flow drops
Broken lines, parallel with a paradox
Old school like triceratops, I shed her tops
Water new pairs of docks
Make y'all sweat when I exert
So when you hear this expert's excerpt
Gotta bring an extra pair of socks
When I break into your mind repair the locks
I make you know it's timeless
A new era, so abandon the clocks
The dicks who always been a pain in the ass
Most of the time have the most miniscule cocks
That's why I give no fucks
That's why I give no fucks
Y'all stupid as fuck, still trapped in a box
But I'd rather pose rocks than letting your bitch suck
'cuz all these hoes they suck
Bro's prove fools to chicks, but I'm foolproof to this, yuck
Try Karma Sutra, maybe that's why karma sues ya
Where yo indigo stocks
[Hook: Casella]
[Verse 2: B The Unknown]
Now what's this hype bout suicide
Got young girls, they slitting wrists
Wanting me to sew their sides
While young boys, they get depressed
Asked for me to soothe their minds
Said you guys forgot your greatest gift
Your life is what you have designed
A righteous mind and such an awful place
Lord arrest me for this crime I think you might have me misplaced
In this shithole of human waste
But that's cuz im too raw for y'all
Attackin' you in your face like my name Marshall Law
Be tempted to win and be the king
With these iron fists I'll break down your flows and your foes
'Til you stand on your ones, I dropped a rose on your bones
Guess it's time that you knows
That you do never not oppose but submit to the Eye Con
It's a perfect sign for you just to go on
With Sense he turned mine more on
So guess I now know why I
Never gave a flying fuck 'bout bitches bitching
Tryna fuck and suck everything they come across
Better buy her a cross when she ain't one who understood
[Hook: Casella]
[Verse 3: Math Lugh]
[Hook: Casella]
[Verse 4: MC Adrianovich]
[Hook: Casella]
The mic is op weapon... (4x)
[Hook: Casella]
Who the fuck rules this place?
We don't even know it
Y'all getting schooled by fools, guess what
You ain't even know it
Y'all claim to give no fucks
But try not even show it
Open your eyes, for the times of lies, realize
We golden
[Verse 1: Sense-A]
You know I excel 'till I'm expelled
Try to learn how to get that spelled
Try to extract my love for the abstract
But you don't count, take another shot with the handheld
Get drunk, wasted, in a coma, 'cuz
You wanna know how that felt
Sense you need a taste in the way of the common sense
There Sense-A got a black belt
Those lessons payed with the memory cache
But that's way past being present in class
But only the gifted pass
Without a good grade they say you get left in the cold ash
Catch 'em all, pretty sick when my flow drops
Broken lines, parallel with a paradox
Old school like triceratops, I shed her tops
Water new pairs of docks
Make y'all sweat when I exert
So when you hear this expert's excerpt
Gotta bring an extra pair of socks
When I break into your mind repair the locks
I make you know it's timeless
A new era, so abandon the clocks
The dicks who always been a pain in the ass
Most of the time have the most miniscule cocks
That's why I give no fucks
That's why I give no fucks
Y'all stupid as fuck, still trapped in a box
But I'd rather pose rocks than letting your bitch suck
'cuz all these hoes they suck
Bro's prove fools to chicks, but I'm foolproof to this, yuck
Try Karma Sutra, maybe that's why karma sues ya
Where yo indigo stocks
[Hook: Casella]
[Verse 2: B The Unknown]
Now what's this hype bout suicide
Got young girls, they slitting wrists
Wanting me to sew their sides
While young boys, they get depressed
Asked for me to soothe their minds
Said you guys forgot your greatest gift
Your life is what you have designed
A righteous mind and such an awful place
Lord arrest me for this crime I think you might have me misplaced
In this shithole of human waste
But that's cuz im too raw for y'all
Attackin' you in your face like my name Marshall Law
Be tempted to win and be the king
With these iron fists I'll break down your flows and your foes
'Til you stand on your ones, I dropped a rose on your bones
Guess it's time that you knows
That you do never not oppose but submit to the Eye Con
It's a perfect sign for you just to go on
With Sense he turned mine more on
So guess I now know why I
Never gave a flying fuck 'bout bitches bitching
Tryna fuck and suck everything they come across
Better buy her a cross when she ain't one who understood
[Hook: Casella]
[Verse 3: Math Lugh]
[Hook: Casella]
[Verse 4: MC Adrianovich]
[Hook: Casella]