What I Know

[Verse 1]

Unlock ya locks, and keep ya keys

The Pac in me got me thinkin' deeply

I got to shock MCs wit my philosophies

'Cause I think very deeply

Where I come from where you sweat ya pen up

Young gun rep-resenter from the Ep-icenter

The microphone fiendin' for a microphone

Before he knew what a microphone mean

With them four pounds, and they soundin' in off (uh-uh)

And them slugs, get them thugs, and the ground, get the chalk (uh)

Niggas hearts is dissolvin', involved in

What Farakhan and Jim Brown couldn't solve (it's over)

[Chorus]

I'mma tell (yeah) you what I know, (we're just gonna kick it)

What I know (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]

'Cause the boys in the hood is always hard

You come talkin' that trash they'll pull ya card (uh)

Who would have known that the boy growin' up playin' them cards

Will soon know the music he wrote, it was so true (yeah-uh)

Who could raise me after I been amazed by Dre

And N.W.A., and you couldn't pay me (yeah)

To back the staff for free (uh), I will believe

It ain't nothing Shady in the Aftermath (yeah)

Perhaps when you unwrappin' the plastic

You respect whatever you hear, and the styles is growin' (yeah)

Them guys is clonin' them pioneers

Rappers wanna be classic like they Clef, Pras, and Lauryn (ha-ha)

[Chorus]

I'mma tell you (yeah, I'm just talkin', haha) what I know, (yeah) what I know (yeah)

[Verse 3]

Elvis was a hero to most

But he never meant shit to me, it's statements

Like that made me gauge, White, Black, hate to make

Me say - I like when they fight back, they

Meaning rap, I vent myself

Leanin' back, not knowin' that I meant myself

A lesson comin' fast, you dudes better catch it

Whenever the future answers your questions from the past

And hold that, I'm spillin' these cold raps

'Cause I am a throwback you feeling a soldier

And keep tryin' to keep up with the kind of guy

That'll play you until they fatally say that the game's over (yeah)

[Chorus]

I'mma tell you what I know (yeah), what I know (yeah)

[Verse 4]

Oh my God, I destroy cities like the Blob

Goin' from city to city, seein' who I could rob (uh)

Goin' from makin' them poems up in my garage (yeah)

Then goin' on major tours with me and my squad (uh)

Goin' from listenin' to Reggie to meeting him

With my palms sweaty to him, telling me I'm deadly (me)

Goin' from likin' to spray the club after a night

That didn't go my way to plug to writin' for Dre (yeah)

You damn right I was raised the amazin'

Hand-writin' on the same page that you can't type on

So I black out the usual same way

The old fashion rap 'til it's no lights on (light's on)

[Chorus]

I'mma tell you what I know (I'm a throwback, man, yeah)

What I know