You Know (feat. Rich Jones & Kasparov)

Aiyyo Guess who's back on the verse That nxgga that's been down to spit a verse since birth Whatever it was worth, dropping bombs was the norm Regardless where I was; either Young or DePaul Son sure was raw Son's words would draw Visions in your mind of design so pure Metaphors, battle lines, stories, plus more Jones heard the word and saw the power of his sword Macks said that he was sure he would take the Chi forward Forward through the forest, his beloved culture Would stir from her snore For sure, she'd adore The young'n, what he brung was simply fresh like a gourd Ace tests, pass boards, max a hundred scores Wax opposes forces, learn from his losses Chart the course by which to resurrect this art form Ease the seas with calm and bring the peace to the storm And honor fathers of the fore Usually start it up, but now I play closer Put in to shut it down, but I don't bring closure Soaked in the culture; classics, the ambrosia Got 5 on it, I win If you want to bet, I'll loan you No hate it's time to build, know the deal? Rich hip hop, Savant, if words could kill? Then I wouldn't have severed heads around me Just a bunch of hip hop heads, all love, enough said Apologies to those that were misled But on my family and my bum leg, I'm well-intentioned Family had an intervention because I was making dope Lyrics that matched my wisdom and my hopes Raised last on Midwest and started with the coast But now I wouldn't change even if I overdosed 808 Drum kick sensory overload Catch me on the rise, or you can catch me no more Muthafxckers And you say Chi-City On the real Sh*t, for starters, Macks' track is stacked, stellar, and surreal So real, don't miss us, keep your eyes peeled As we stand to set the standard, and we gather mass appeal Masses yield, impart to them how we feel Blast the field's rap skills It's real hip hop still Instill a sense of urgency Game's in a state of emergency Invert the picture: we became the new insurgency Purposely working seams 'til we verbally purge the scene And we murder you purty Gs sipping on herbal tea Clowns and herbs don't be irking me They're not deserving me Crimes all in their minds, evil designs encourage me Such a disturbing scene leaves MCs avert beneath This is the living will to the world we bequeath And in peace, we lay your pieces while priests may pray to Jesus Decree to those in the bleachers We'll see you another season