Yeah come on chumps, y'all ain't girl
We pretty, we hit hard, we takin' over the world!!
[Chorus]
Reminiesce, we takin' you back to your school days
Hand us the mic and we flip it fifty million ways
"They don't know"
Sloppy with your flows, you bore me at your shows
Whack clothes and pitiful karaoke demos
"They don't know"
[???]
Aight, you caught me stalkin', studios and stages
Chasin' the outrageous
Ecstatic sensations, I'm tragic trapped inside the pages
Of melodramtic rages to dark to mention
Over the fact most of these cats lack comprehension
In other words: They Don't Know
I see 'em cringin' when Spooks mediate
To penetrate the next dimension
Ming rhymin' and singin' it, Spooks climbin' and bringin' it
This black light'll swallow your shine from diamond ringin' it
How many times must I remind? The Spooks is killin' shit
We on some thrillin' shit, nothin' but hits on my disc
And I am witness to this, lyrical fitness and rip
You still don't know, so you'll be frantic as we hijack the planet
[Mr. Booka-T]
They Don't Know
We expose flows like no clothes and blow
Chest full a holes with (???)
I spit stormshadow and tomes that's reminiscent of monks
Blowin' up lungs with C4 laced in bones
You mentally tour my rhyme book is covered in thorns
"Some givin' a fuck" Some fuckin' hip hop like porn
Booka-T testin' mc, a dumb mc, I said who's the best mc
You said "Young MC"
Let me guess, you started rockin' hip hop in '88
"Naw naw man, it was like, it was like 19-" Nigga too late!
I'm smackin' up cats to back slap crack in my hand
Bitch blood bouncin' off of your dome and splatter yo
