Now You Know

[Intro]

Try to relax, try to relax

Cause I know you're anxious, baby

I know you're anxious, for me

But you just gotta try to relax, try to relax, try to relax

I wrote the majority of this rap on a bean bag under the JMZ train tracks

The bro P on the motherfucking boards, homeboy

(And if you don't know, now ya know nigga)

[Chorus]

Went from Del's liquor to Deli's in the Bronx nigga

I'm just a youngin from Del Amo

With a belt by Ferragamo doin' what I want to

You know what I'm up to (git something, nigga, git something)

I hit the Bodega for the Backwoods

Pack of Dutches if you lucky nigga

Cups with the ice

Just doing what I want to, you know what I'm up to

(Git up, git out and git something)

You know what I'm up to

(You gotta git up, git out and git something)

You know what I'm up to

(Git something, nigga, git something)

You know what I'm up to

(You gotta git up, git out and git something)

You know what I'm up to

[Verse]

I swear to God I wish I wrote this fucking verse on Mother's Day

That ain't got shit to do with this or does it? Fuck it, Anyway

I've been miseducated, mislead, misinterpretated

Misunderstood, mistaken, misjudged

That's why I'm a misfit, up to mischief

On a mission, in a missionary, hittin missionaries (Missionary)

That was all misses, terms with 'mis' prefixes to be specific

All you feminists should be on my dick for this shit (word)

But listen close, this where shit get tricky

What all these words have in common is that they're all iffy

Hence misogyny, obviously

I'd switch the 'y' in 'mystery' with 'i' if I could (I would)

If you was Nuit you would know it nigga

But you're not so I guess y'all good

Uh, so one time for the women

Two times for the ladies, three times for the bitches

Uh, don't forget about the bitches

Adam's rib ain't adding up, this story must be more extensive

(YMF nigga) Meiosis, mitosis and some mo' shit

Noah had motion in the ocean before his boat did

And you know why, I love my mama so much

And I can't watch my lil' sister grow up, so I—

[Chorus]

Went from Del's liquor to Deli's in the Bronx nigga

I'm just a youngin' from Del Amo

With a belt by Ferragamo doing what I want to

You know what I'm up to (git something, nigga, git something)

I hit the Bodega for the Backwoods

Pack of Dutches if you lucky nigga (Cross your fingers)

Cups with the ice

Just doing what I want to, you know what I'm up to

(Git up, git out and git something)

You know what I'm up to

(You gotta git up, git out and git something)

You know what I'm up to

(Git up, git out and git something)

You know what I'm up to

(You gotta git up, git out and git something)

You know what I'm up to

(Git something, nigga, git something)

You know what I'm up to

(You gotta git up, git out and git something)

You know what I'm up to

(Git something, nigga, git something)

You know what I'm up to

(You gotta git up, git out and git something)

You know what I'm up to

(Git something, nigga, git something)

You know what I'm up to

(You gotta git up, git out and git something)

You know what I'm up to

(Git up, git out and git something)

You know what I'm up to

(You gotta git up, git out and git something)

You know what I'm up to

[Outro]

I, Soulo, still a member in good standing of the He-Man woman-haters club, do solemnly swear to be a He-Man and hate women and not play with them or talk to them unless I have to, and, especially, never fall in love—and if I do, may I die slowfully and painfully and suffer for hours—or until I scream bloody murder