Oh, I Know

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Kid Victory is a musical with the story by John Kander and Greg Pierce, and music by John Kander, book and lyrics by Greg Pierce, co-produced by Vineyard Theatre and Signature Theatre. more »

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Oh, I know, gotta roam my flow
Kid finna hold my own
And I know I won't catch up on the B-Side
In the meantime, I'mma hone my scope
Singing "Oh, I know"
In the groves, I grow
A slave to the stones I throw and the oaths I spoke
I'mma own my road singing "Oh, I know"

Oh, I know that I glow like coals and I stoke the flame
'Cause I sowed my hopes in a broken vase
And this open plain produced plights in the poems
Prime opponents with some novacaine
I'm so awake, not leaving them a soul to take
The ghosts are fake and couldn't even hold their weight
I chose to blaze my own trail with the motivation
I've been building since the olden days
Back when I broke the chains that kept me shackled to the axle that was spinning
Then rappeled down into battle, was baffled from the beginning
From the racket meant to rattle like addling prattle wrapped in the straggles
Tackle the hassle, the rascal's unraveled in it
Hot damn, that kid like a Premium Plus
Steady bouncing off the easel like my medium does
Delirious f*ck, sicker than the previous ones
Who's dropping fire on the track like he's a devious klutz
I'm the one you can bet on
Living for the dream and I'll never leave it slept on
Filling in the keys when I spill it on a beat
If you're digging my disease, get infected, check my next song
I'm a mess with stress but blessed with breath, I'm fresh to death
Defend the trench when sensing threats
I'm mending sets, I'm drenched in sweat, I fend the best
Best against me, I'll collect your debt
Cause I'm broke and I'm starving
Take a motherfucker's throne like I shit in his apartment
I'm not finna drone but it comes to in droves
So I gotta let it flow, villainous as Eric Cartman
And what you're witnessing's just the starting line
Who knows just how far I'll make it with this heart of mine?
I'm plotting wicked tricks like Kickflip McTwists
And jumping bigger gaps to keep my art alive
Well, god damn

Each day's a struggle and I've thought about it
There's no way of getting where I want to be by walking 'round it
When I fucking struggle, they love saying "Write a song about it"
Then saying "Cheer up"
This is my struggle f*ck your thoughts about it
Let a kid be free
Like he was with a Walkman and mixed CDs
That's the rush that I want when I script these feats
Then it's done so I hit repeat

Singing "Oh, I know"
Gotta roam my flow
Kid finna hold my own
And I know I won't catch up on the B-Side
In the meantime, I'mma hone my scope
Singing "Oh, I know"
In the groves, I grow
A slave to the stones I throw and the oaths I spoke
I'mma own my road singing "Oh, I know"

I'm on a Rampage: Total Destruction
Vocals disrupting fucking campaigns
Focal adjusting the bloody landscape
Man-made miscreant manufactures maliciousness
Monster mixing the missions while mitigating the mandate
Handshake, greeting the Grim Reaper with courtesy
Waiting for the whither but Death itself couldn't murder me
Currently, I'm fading and chasing a bit of currency
But just enough to keep me operating like a surgery
Fervently freighting fables from filial feats of fiction
Fighting the phantoms for fallibly fitting the freak with friction
I'm fiending for phoenix feathers, the finnicky kid is fishing
For fantastical fucking flyers, facetiously finna finish first
Cause I've been in the dirt too long
Underground with a sound that could burn through ponds
I'm the Kid with a spliff and the virtues
Never finna hurt, only finna chirp you songs
Hot damn, not a holy one but I'm an Obi-Wan
That's where they know me from
Well, hot damn
With the bars, I'm a hermit in the stars
But I'm training 'till the trophy's won
Well, hot damn
Take it back to a path with no map
Keeping track through my tracks
Catch me blasting then mosey on
You couldn't goad me on
I'm the king on the mat that they throw me on
Superpowered prose with properly powdered posts
Passion popping petty pictures, penultimate prowler pro
Wicked in a riddle, I'm simulating the vogue
While I'm sitting in the middle and situating my goals
Articulating my flow, they're speculating, I know
How the boy is getting better, I'm stimulating my growth
It's titillating, the Kid is still waiting to bloody blow
Feeling focused while I'm floating in the Green Hill Zone

This is something I'm loving, my heart is rushing
My spark is fucking erupting like nothing could overcome it
Constructing a function humbly stumbling to combustion
Reluctant to mumble "mm, mm"
Please, that's the end of discussion
I'm only doing what feels right
And you can feel my passion burning brighter than a real light
I can't stop till I clear my void or they hear my voice
I'mma warp through a green pipe

Oh, I know, gotta roam my flow
Kid finna hold my own
And I know I won't catch up on the B-Side
In the meantime, I'mma hone my scope
Singing "Oh, I know"
In the groves, I grow
A slave to the stones I throw and the oaths I spoke
I'mma own my road singing "Oh, I know"

Oh, I know
That I'm sick with a madness
This is Kid Vict with a passion
Oh, I Know
I'm causing rifts in the factions
Mixing the strange and the classic
Oh, I Know
That I'm shifting the mass
With a catalyst quick to react
Singing "Oh, I know"
It's the road I chose
Singing "Oh, I know"
Oh, I know

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