They Know Wassup

All I spit is classic, my flow so damn schizophrenic
Complicated, intricate, it’s insane when I straight get to spazzin'
Is it magic? MacGyver spittin' fire like it’s a dragon
Kickin' asses for hire, we’ll toe tag 'em to get the cabbage
Stretchin' 'em out like elastic, guessin' plastic was in his fabric
Movin' slow as molasses, speedin' past 'em to get the bag
And shit is scandalous but I don’t care 'cause I’m from a different planet
Come in your party, drop a fuckin' body and Instagram it
Get it damn it, listen dummy, this is damage, get a bandage
'Cause I don’t give a fuck 'bout your disadvantage
This is for you and any of your crew, watch them niggas scatter
They talkin' shit, gettin' big-headed, don’t get it splattered
And fuck all that chitter chatter, blasé blasé, skip the rambling
Get it crackin' if it’s action they want then don’t dilly dally
It can happen right now, I promise, no problem
I’mma put my little hitters on him and I have 'em rackin' in their Robbins
I got that dope, shout out my niggas that be constantly coppin'
Nigga push that coke, why the fuck a nigga want to be out here
Constantly starvin', nobody want to be broke, show me who colder
Bitch, I spit that Ebola, got that fresh off the boat
Yola for ya, no baking soda, they know what’s up
They might act like they don’t, but they do, they know what’s up
They might act like they don’t, but they do, they know what’s up
They might act like they don’t, but they do, they know what’s up
Them niggas know what’s up
All I spit is magma, hot fire, Dylan, the cadavers pile up
I pile on more madness, what hip hop need right now
I write up a catastrophe slash ass whippin' slash a damn lashin'
For the bastards that’s lookin' but don’t see what I see right now
I can only hear certain shit, mostly the money what you workin' with
None of these niggas don’t want no trouble
Despite all their words and shit
Doubt it’ll ever get through to them
I remain connected, signals and bars
Clear perspective, P. Miller, no limit with ours
Exquisite, bizzare
What me and DaWreck are doin' here is reintroducin' you to
The reason to reach for computers and click on them links in the future
Reasonably, it’s just like floatin' and breathin' and blinkin' inside of the
ink pen
Livin' in a song, ain’t no thinkin' this what I do bruh
Season for lyrics, to some degree and to some extent
It’s just some thing a little bit different
Salute the accomplishment
To the people that understand all the ignit shit I’mma spit
And this some of that Drama Ward, Triple Dark, Psychodrama shit
'Bout them commas predominantly
Winter, fall, spring and summer shit
Headed my way with that BS
Your fuckin' head is what I’mma split
And I promise this dominance to remain forever without dumbin' shit down for
these dummies that’s dumb as shit
This that number you son-a-bitch
They know what’s up