The Renaissance by Knowmads Lyrics
[Intro: Tom Pepe, Tom Wilson]
You don’t know what’s up
Say you got the the [?]
(You don’t know what’s up)
Oh, you out here making moves
(But you don’t know what’s up)
Got it popping on the gram
(You don’t know what’s up)
Oh, You ain’t fucking with the fam
(You don’t know what’s up)
Nah
(Nah you don’t know what’s up)
[Verse 1: Pepe]
Say you selling blow, hitting Judge by the seven
You was eating Eggos in the woods like eleven
Things been shady, they king is in danger
My own city wouldn’t put us in ‘The Stranger’
Fuck, how am I gonna deal with all this anger?
Least my new chick got lips like Topanga
Me and Wilson riding in a beat up Jeep Wrangler
Pull that shit in, Knock you off you’re block like Jenga
Dang, they done let me off the leash
That girl ain’t my babe, but she getting rocked to sleep
You and your long necked homie, like a flock of geese
I’m with an Oscar nominee in my boxer briefs
(Woah)
I ain’t clocking in ‘cause I’ve been a boss
You ain’t about that life if you lights out at ten o’clock
Quit shitting where you eat, find your litter box
No one hang around you, like a kid with the chickenpox
I’ve seen a kingpin turn rent-a-cop
I put you on the flow, dog you been a mop
I’ve been rock solid like a cinder block
Sick of arguing about what dinner costs
Spent to many cold nights living on a budget
Living out of car, and the car doors didn’t lock
The word play was to deep to get across
Dark age is over, welcome to the renaissance
[Chorus: Tom Pepe, Tom Wilson]
Say you got the the [?]
(You don’t know what’s up)
Oh, you out here making moves
(But you don’t know what’s up)
Got it popping on the gram
(You don’t know what’s up)
Oh, You ain’t fucking with the fam
(You don’t know what’s up)
Now you singing like Post
(You don’t know what’s up)
Say you been doing the most
(But you don’t know what’s up)
Oh you call your girl a bitch?
(You don’t know what’s up)
Guess you’re still a piece of shit
(You don’t know what’s up)
Nah, you don’t know what’s up
[Verse 2: Wilson]
So listen to your neighbor, it’s Wilson with the wisdom
Sharing this knowledge, like keys to the kingdom
Knock, knock, knocking at your door, like a kick drum
Say you got some bars?
Well shit I must have missed them
Better have my money or I’m gonna get mine soon
Cause they’ve been Owen Wilson, like Shanghai Noon
Willie Will been for real, we the new Neptunes
See the the hits yeah [?]
In the bottom of the ninth, got me swinging for the fences
Shovel and a knife, still digging in the trenches
For back stabbing bitches that do anything for mentions
Lying about your life, kid we find that shit offensive
We all feel the tension, a pot boil over
Goes round and round, like the coil of a cobra
War in the streets, turn a boy into a soldier
Time to wake the fuck up, pass them the Folgers
Y’all shoulda’ listened to the plan when I told ya
I built up my following, the grand Ayatollah
They know [?] everywhere I’ve been touring
Sun rising, the Sahara, smoke a square in the morning
Know you real, ‘cause you got a grill
Like you George Forman, Fair warning
‘Cause the pump make ‘em jump like Air Jordan
You the type of dude to talk shit about your posse
Switch, snitch, and still get locked like Tekashi
Y’all be on that clown shit, it’s no time to joke
When it comes down to it
You gonna ride, or you won’t
Ain’t nothing to the the side, I would die for my folks
Yeah I did dirt, now I’m just trying to find me the soap
Cause I know how it goes when you trying to coupe
But you high off of coke lines, dripping down your throat
Yeah you quit for a minute, now you back on that stuff
Came up short cause you fucking up the cut dog
[Chorus: Tom Pepe, Tom Wilson]
Say you got the the [?]
(You don’t know what’s up)
Oh, you out here making moves
(But you don’t know what’s up)
Got it popping on the gram
(You don’t know what’s up)
Oh, You ain’t fucking with the fam
(You don’t know what’s up)
Now you singing like Post
(You don’t know what’s up)
Say you been doing the most
(But you don’t know what’s up)
Oh you call your girl a bitch?
(You don’t know what’s up)
Guess you’re still a piece of shit
(You don’t know what’s up)
Nah, you don’t know what’s up
You don’t know what’s up
Say you got the the [?]
(You don’t know what’s up)
Oh, you out here making moves
(But you don’t know what’s up)
Got it popping on the gram
(You don’t know what’s up)
Oh, You ain’t fucking with the fam
(You don’t know what’s up)
Nah
(Nah you don’t know what’s up)
[Verse 1: Pepe]
Say you selling blow, hitting Judge by the seven
You was eating Eggos in the woods like eleven
Things been shady, they king is in danger
My own city wouldn’t put us in ‘The Stranger’
Fuck, how am I gonna deal with all this anger?
Least my new chick got lips like Topanga
Me and Wilson riding in a beat up Jeep Wrangler
Pull that shit in, Knock you off you’re block like Jenga
Dang, they done let me off the leash
That girl ain’t my babe, but she getting rocked to sleep
You and your long necked homie, like a flock of geese
I’m with an Oscar nominee in my boxer briefs
(Woah)
I ain’t clocking in ‘cause I’ve been a boss
You ain’t about that life if you lights out at ten o’clock
Quit shitting where you eat, find your litter box
No one hang around you, like a kid with the chickenpox
I’ve seen a kingpin turn rent-a-cop
I put you on the flow, dog you been a mop
I’ve been rock solid like a cinder block
Sick of arguing about what dinner costs
Spent to many cold nights living on a budget
Living out of car, and the car doors didn’t lock
The word play was to deep to get across
Dark age is over, welcome to the renaissance
[Chorus: Tom Pepe, Tom Wilson]
Say you got the the [?]
(You don’t know what’s up)
Oh, you out here making moves
(But you don’t know what’s up)
Got it popping on the gram
(You don’t know what’s up)
Oh, You ain’t fucking with the fam
(You don’t know what’s up)
Now you singing like Post
(You don’t know what’s up)
Say you been doing the most
(But you don’t know what’s up)
Oh you call your girl a bitch?
(You don’t know what’s up)
Guess you’re still a piece of shit
(You don’t know what’s up)
Nah, you don’t know what’s up
[Verse 2: Wilson]
So listen to your neighbor, it’s Wilson with the wisdom
Sharing this knowledge, like keys to the kingdom
Knock, knock, knocking at your door, like a kick drum
Say you got some bars?
Well shit I must have missed them
Better have my money or I’m gonna get mine soon
Cause they’ve been Owen Wilson, like Shanghai Noon
Willie Will been for real, we the new Neptunes
See the the hits yeah [?]
In the bottom of the ninth, got me swinging for the fences
Shovel and a knife, still digging in the trenches
For back stabbing bitches that do anything for mentions
Lying about your life, kid we find that shit offensive
We all feel the tension, a pot boil over
Goes round and round, like the coil of a cobra
War in the streets, turn a boy into a soldier
Time to wake the fuck up, pass them the Folgers
Y’all shoulda’ listened to the plan when I told ya
I built up my following, the grand Ayatollah
They know [?] everywhere I’ve been touring
Sun rising, the Sahara, smoke a square in the morning
Know you real, ‘cause you got a grill
Like you George Forman, Fair warning
‘Cause the pump make ‘em jump like Air Jordan
You the type of dude to talk shit about your posse
Switch, snitch, and still get locked like Tekashi
Y’all be on that clown shit, it’s no time to joke
When it comes down to it
You gonna ride, or you won’t
Ain’t nothing to the the side, I would die for my folks
Yeah I did dirt, now I’m just trying to find me the soap
Cause I know how it goes when you trying to coupe
But you high off of coke lines, dripping down your throat
Yeah you quit for a minute, now you back on that stuff
Came up short cause you fucking up the cut dog
[Chorus: Tom Pepe, Tom Wilson]
Say you got the the [?]
(You don’t know what’s up)
Oh, you out here making moves
(But you don’t know what’s up)
Got it popping on the gram
(You don’t know what’s up)
Oh, You ain’t fucking with the fam
(You don’t know what’s up)
Now you singing like Post
(You don’t know what’s up)
Say you been doing the most
(But you don’t know what’s up)
Oh you call your girl a bitch?
(You don’t know what’s up)
Guess you’re still a piece of shit
(You don’t know what’s up)
Nah, you don’t know what’s up