Seattle Mariners by Knowmads Lyrics
Question is
Will we ever come up?
Knowmads
2010
For the S-E-A
206
[Tom Pepe]
Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more
Until I'm no more
From the 206
To the 504
Representing from Pacific Northwest
My porch
Started in the basement
Now we counting ten floors
Story of my life
I was born to be hip hop
Open in the game like I'm wearing Jordan flip flops
Iphone 4
Why the fuck you got a wristwatch?
Your thoughts suck
Why the fuck you gotta shit talk?
Time is money
Wasting my time
Russel Crowe with my words
I got a beautiful mind
One of the illest coming out in unusual times
I see it clearly 20/12
But I used to be blind
Motherfuckers used to fear me cause they knew I was devine
Skating durring lunch
Y'all was waiting in line
I was surfing on the sun
Y'all were surfing online
On an island in the sun with a New York state of mind
America
Tell me how you want to judge my character
Marijuana sale a natural Seattle Mariner
Fake dudes hate me
Real heads thank me
Alex Rodriguez getting traded to the Yankees
Looking down from up above
Y'all be looking antsy
You little gangstas
Kill your fucking mothers like Bambi
Even if you was the number one you couldn't champ me
I got the true school illuminati can't see
I got the wisdom of a book that you can't read
I heard the blueprint ones
No need for plan B's
This is the anthem
Put your damn hands up
[Tom Wilson]
You're either always taking losses or steady making a profit
Free advise
If you're in the way you're aiming to stop it
For me, it's easy, ask Shaquille O'Neal
Breaking a chopstick
Hot sixteens
Just another day at the office
I ain't a player
But, shit, I got the game in my pocket
Cause when I ask, "Who's the best?"
Y'all be changing the topic
Remember, practice makes perfect when you stay with the process
They say, "Rappers sell drugs."
I'm just weighing my options
Gotta remain cautious when you're questioning me
I been a heavy hitter since I first stepped on the scene
Why these rappers always claiming they the best in the league
When, bitch, please
You ain't even the best in your team
Cause, see, I talked to your label
And I guess they believe
We're gonna make a couple million off this next CD
We didn't sign shit but still they're gonna press it for free
And put money in my pockets until I'm streaching my jeans
Will we ever come up?
Knowmads
2010
For the S-E-A
206
[Tom Pepe]
Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more
Until I'm no more
From the 206
To the 504
Representing from Pacific Northwest
My porch
Started in the basement
Now we counting ten floors
Story of my life
I was born to be hip hop
Open in the game like I'm wearing Jordan flip flops
Iphone 4
Why the fuck you got a wristwatch?
Your thoughts suck
Why the fuck you gotta shit talk?
Time is money
Wasting my time
Russel Crowe with my words
I got a beautiful mind
One of the illest coming out in unusual times
I see it clearly 20/12
But I used to be blind
Motherfuckers used to fear me cause they knew I was devine
Skating durring lunch
Y'all was waiting in line
I was surfing on the sun
Y'all were surfing online
On an island in the sun with a New York state of mind
America
Tell me how you want to judge my character
Marijuana sale a natural Seattle Mariner
Fake dudes hate me
Real heads thank me
Alex Rodriguez getting traded to the Yankees
Looking down from up above
Y'all be looking antsy
You little gangstas
Kill your fucking mothers like Bambi
Even if you was the number one you couldn't champ me
I got the true school illuminati can't see
I got the wisdom of a book that you can't read
I heard the blueprint ones
No need for plan B's
This is the anthem
Put your damn hands up
[Tom Wilson]
You're either always taking losses or steady making a profit
Free advise
If you're in the way you're aiming to stop it
For me, it's easy, ask Shaquille O'Neal
Breaking a chopstick
Hot sixteens
Just another day at the office
I ain't a player
But, shit, I got the game in my pocket
Cause when I ask, "Who's the best?"
Y'all be changing the topic
Remember, practice makes perfect when you stay with the process
They say, "Rappers sell drugs."
I'm just weighing my options
Gotta remain cautious when you're questioning me
I been a heavy hitter since I first stepped on the scene
Why these rappers always claiming they the best in the league
When, bitch, please
You ain't even the best in your team
Cause, see, I talked to your label
And I guess they believe
We're gonna make a couple million off this next CD
We didn't sign shit but still they're gonna press it for free
And put money in my pockets until I'm streaching my jeans