Something They Don't Know

[Intro: Daveed Diggs] SB, what up Hellfyre club, what up It's Clipping, bitch Tell them something they don't know [Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] The thing about murder is it's a mess The thing about hiring killers is payment is stressful The thing about living long is regret But shit, sometimes you just got to pull the fucking trigger Prophetic profiteering pop a pill in a park And wheeling around on a Segway calling it a metaphor You on that next shit What you get shit A synthetic sense of being Stop on a hill in the dark and dealing What sounded like deadweight Calling up Jennifer she on that X shit, no sex shit She sells Cialis by the seaside out the sixth floor balcony apartment He bows when he enters a touch of class 'fore he touch that ass And she never suspected the geriatric motherfucker would pull something fast It was the last move he ever made so Needless to say she was on some not today shit and Even it came when you met up with her for the date like Damn, if you had any game at all it could have been a hell of a weekend But instead you got stabbed in the fucking chest [Hook: Daveed Diggs] Cause you ain't know who the fuck you were dealing with Talking about your dough like it's bakers in the building, bitch You couldn't even blow if the dick was in between your lips Cock back, cop that, drop stacks, run motherfucker The baller's in the building Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Give a fuck about your feelings Unless you Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know [Verse 2: SB the Moor] Yo, the old nigga's dead New nigga step up, never gave a fuck Living in his head Bitch texts some cops sharing Milky Puffs But he more about his bread, uh So when he had heard the nigga had knitted up red Carte blanche motherfucker He had a couple of bumps and his nerves was lead Headed to the HNIC's eyes Ice tea, he driving on the 101, tired of asking nicely She said "Get your ass some paper, life's pricey And if you want this pussy, get with it, fit it with ice Icy is always better, that's the way that I see it" Damn, she right though And this shit is flight or fight, bro But the flight ain't getting you nothing So you better stick to the night, yo Get your ass some nighttime vision And no no one hears your plight, so You best turn lead to steel Better go and get your ass right, go Walk through the door, doorman laughs (hahaha) but he don't say nothing He probably thinking he bluffing Soft nigga who stuffed with stuffing But he God damn serious, (grr!) Nigga probably thinks he's delirious, (huh?) But the bomb strapped to his chest gonna explain how damn clear he is (hahahaha!) [Hook] Cause you ain't know who the fuck you were dealing with Talking about your dough like it's bakers in the building, bitch You couldn't even blow if the dick was in between your lips Cock back, cop that, drop stacks, run motherfucker The baller's in the building Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Give a fuck about your feelings Unless you Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know [Break 1: Spoken] AAAAAAGH! -Is that the kind of work you want? -Aren't you going to try and stop them? -You can't stop the Hellfyre Club [Verse 3: Nocando] I feel like a young Heihachi Mishima My bloodline is the product of demons Fucking with this young Hollywood model She don't so drugs so she probably bulimic, alright I'm sliding through the city intravenous Smelling like a struggle and feeling like completion I'm too seasoned, don't rhyme without a reason Give me 300 million Rupiah, yea I'm feeling Indonesian, right Look into my iris you might glimpse my soul My best friend just got off a high risk parole We've been through ups and downs in life's give's and go's Don't fuck with us tonight cause we so happy we could fight [Hook] Cause you ain't know who the fuck you were dealing with Talking about your dough like it's bakers in the building, bitch You couldn't even blow if the dick was in between your lips Cock back, cop that, drop stacks, run motherfucker The baller's in the building Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Give a fuck about your feelings Unless you Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know [Bridge 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard and scratches] Hell, remember when we was young and we used to go "ahhhhhhhh"? Get your-get your-get Get your bottoms off! I'm the negative type Die! [Verse 4: Open Mike Eagle] We all assorted bones thrown in a sack of flesh I wonder what that actress gets for being on The Bachelorette I don't know what's on all my broken rap cassettes But I won't trash them yet And I don't know why I'm in a crew with all solo guys We got our own secret language Plus our logo's fly I really think so Like I was turning Japanese I also think you can make poison from churning appleseeds So don't drink with me I ate a Gummy Bear recently that put me on every possible frequency I bet you didn't know that shit Mission accomplished This is a pompous missive--admittedly, it's dishonest [Verse 5: Daveed Diggs] If the skeletons in your closet are having a quinceañera Then it's probably time to open the fuck up Full disclosure: there's foolies tucked in every crevice you ain't searched And your mind is a prime candidate to merk if you would let it So better run trick (run trick) Cause the game ain't a game no more it's a fucking gun trick (gun trick) Click, click, hear that in a dream With the team that mean on the tongue quick Tick, tick, it's a bomb in the basement Basically stay in the sun, bitch Cause the vitamin D isn't necessary Bitter bite on the mind, a reminder of times You done bit off more than you can chew Should have known this was about monsters They wait in the closet for you And you wait in the dark for enlightenment Frozen in a warrior two How's your chakra, bro? When you cock the four and peel back your skull like platanos Pop pop And it goes, and it goes, and it goes (and it goes, and it goes) And again Pop pop Get low, get low, get low (get low, get low) Gonna pick out a halo, shit Chop chop Did you know, did you know, did you know (did you know?) To be static does he make the automatic go (RAWK) And the body go drop And the party don't stop Liquor shot, give a motherfucker props [Hook] Cause you ain't know who the fuck you were dealing with Talking about your dough like it's bakers in the building, bitch You couldn't even blow if the dick was in between your lips Cock back, cop that, drop stacks, run motherfucker The baller's in the building Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Give a fuck about your feelings Unless you Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know