East Coast Avengers - Let It Knock lyrics

rate me

You know I rhyme about murdering mics

Spit about personal gripes

Rap about the words that I write in burgundy Nikes

When I be serving the tykes

I'm like your nasty nemesis, the Eso terrorist –

Reversin your flights

You know I think about how I need a girl who knows what

Good head is

And knows who Boba Fet is and knows the difference

Between

Jacks and Polo sweaters, who loves Labs and Irish

Setters

Doesn't think I'm sexist cause I rhyme and doesn't have

A Dahmer fetish

Doesn't give me grief cause I don't sleep and my two

Eyes are reddish

Doesn't sit me down and drill me like inside the

Dentist

Violins in Venice can't romanticize the rhyming menace

I'm at science centers re-designing my apprentice

My inventers Frankenstein me like dying chemists

Now they can't handle law, scramble my antennas

It's all love like a zero zero tie in tennis

I'm like the mall around the holidays, my lines are

Endless

You know the East Coast Avengers in the spot

Work around the clock with that murder death plot

You know that secret war shit when it drop

Eso, Trademarc, DC let it knock

You know I rhyme about killing the crowd

Murder suicide villain thinking out loud

Proud victim of the system I vowed

To be endure it like the Shroud of Turin

Ignoring you boring maturing rappers who got me snoring

You know I think about women driven by sin

And in lust and lost in the back stories of? and bars

And of course won't talk till your eyes cross

I need a lady into threesomes

Grab a chick and beast em like Hank McCoy

? em like a skank and toy

I need em buried in conspiracy theories

A Richard Dawkins / Stephen Hawking

David Ike, Howard Zinn mixed in

Talking like shit's grim and sips gin

East Coast Avengers own Eric?

? your whole team like jury duty is meant to

I'm Ben Grimm, my whole soul bear the stigma

Of Edward Nigma, killer, rhymer, riddler

You know I rhyme about breaking your bones

Spit about taking your throne

Laughing at your gangsterous tone

Razor Ramone when I be raising a phone

So Scarface, bars to your face

Take your savings and loan

You know I'm sending out sixteens to Earth

Sixty-one six, six sixteenths, spit six sixteens

Sick enough to split your team, a bunch of wild animals

Best to breed, best in show

Trademarc let em know

You know I think about splitting your brain

Bringing the rain, red stained furniture, don't make me

Murder you

Dead stars, burn out, you Chris Benoits

Turn out, exposed like Serpico

Of froze like vertigo has got you off balance

While you vertical

You know I'm taking your nine lives with nine blazing

Five shots raised your frame

And four more left your gaze glazed

Brain sprayed nine ways, your mind fades