Clear Soul Forces - Knuckle Up lyrics

[Verse 1: E-FAV] Panoramic HD Around the block from HP That made me between the crack rock And where the fiends be My daily images consisted of the prostitutes and crack users With a halfway house two doors down Now they f**ing with us mentally Mercury in our Hennessy American Dream teasing, and these motherf**ers believe So we exactly opposites seeing good with the bad Had stayed then survived off ramen noodles and vodka Plus I know you n***as fakin' These b**hes is ratchet snakes That's why I keep it movin' loud packs Contribute to the air pollution My style is mixture of potent acids Powered by cold fusion over snare kicks Powerin' up the music It oozes through your computer You absorb it in your cuticles Virtual revolution for my n***as with that new sh** It's for y'all n***as to vibe with It's for y'all... it's for y'all Yeh! [Hook: E-FAV] Knuckle up or shut the f** up, ho Knuckle up or shut the f** up You want it then we got it Middle fingers in the air Detroit in this b**h I know you see the glare (Who want it?) Knuckle up, or shut the f** up, yeah, shut the f** up You want it then we got it Middle fingers in the air Detroit in this b**h I know you see the glare (Who want it?) [Verse 2: Noveliss] Syllable shark infested wordplay waters Piranha protocol, seahawking Got 'em runnin' like Ricky Waters In the opposite direction of the author Better lines than a barber, said I Draw your weapons You don't wanna joust with a Jedi... he is In a clone war where they copy your craft like General Grievous Enter the genius; bear witness to some cold sh** Cryogenic iceberg to the Titanic The sound of the jungle: lions, tigers, and bad boys Lost angels spreadin' red wings and you say Detroit Frosty as the Netherlands Written war wrestlin' Every single thing I jot hard as a cyborg skeleton... n***a! And everything you jot... gelatin Rigor mortis rhetoric poets from never-never land Welcome to the sauna Hotter than Jeffrey Dahmer in the afterlife Burnt up hanging from St. Sodom Been a problem [Verse 3: Laz] Come trough beatin' my chest I King Kong 'em Flatty tried to shoot from the top, I'm peeled often Got more than street dreams I'm Rafer Alston The new blood leave renaissance with Rickey Bolden Bound to go for slam dunks than betray us Punks too small to ball, n***as lose it on the way up Fall short then they layup Can't grab the nets, we're the best better pay up.. yeh! I battled the whole tabernacle Protect you neck before I grab you by your adam's apple Fighting stance, they want yo spot Know they comin' at you with with fake smiles and free blunts trying to match you Nameless on the beat it's a medley... heavy f** your system up like red meat... deadly I don't know how I'mma end that sh**, but let me hear that [Hook E-FAV] Knuckle up or shut the f** up, ho Knuckle up or shut the f** up You want it then we got it Middle fingers in the air Detroit in this b**h I know you see the glare (Who want it?) Knuckle up, shut the f** up, yeah, shut the f** up You want it then we got it Middle fingers in the air Detroit in this b**h I know you see the glare (Who want it?) [Verse 4: Ilajide] Verbal monopoly breaking into your property Playing the revolution we lootin' for life and rhymery Bringing the rulers back is exactly we the prophecy Loaded up in machine and watch us redefine debauchery (we got to be!!) Gifted with scripted, sh** is like driving to ya' Seven emeralds and bodied like 50 Sonic rings A super golden n telekinetic approach to a city that's dead and broke We be barely stayin' afloat, but it's designed for you to choke No gas present they path present they k**in' our adolescence taking away sample records [Hook E-FAV]