Who Are You? - KnowMads

Well I’m a big bad motherfucker waiting for his time

I’m a millionaire Scarface waiting for his line

I’m a million steps ahead of you piercing through the sky

Many will follow but very few can fly

I’m a crazy cool kid thank you I’m doing fine

And I’ma keep seeing until I go blind

And I’ma keep breathing until my final sigh

And I’ma keep speaking until the day I die

I’m a worthless piece of shit, a hypocrite, a liar

I’m a V12 rocket car rolling on flat tires

I’m a alcoholic drunk waiting for a change

I’m a street smart hard worker waiting for his pay

I’m a ugly motherfucker who still needs a shave

I’m a hidden lost soul that only creeps out of caves

I’m Jesus Christ and I can please your wife

With the positions I’m flipping you should leave tonight

In fact keep the mic for when you sleep in fright

Cause I’m a big bad motherfucker breathing light

I’m a poetic self-absorbed lower class bastard

I’m a rehab better than a double shot smasher

I’m the god and the devil, I’m a good and evil clasher

I’m still running from my master but I need to run faster

But as long as I keep going I can never be captured

I want to fuck Lady Luck but I’m too afraid to ask her

I’m a casualty chilling in the depths of reality

A Jester tryna make fun of life’s lectures

Cheef ripping beats with herbs and techniques

We the basement natives back up on the streets

I’m a calm collected insane and restless

Brain full of stress and veins with mad exits

But who’s he?

A burden in the nest

A peasant in the capsule pretending to be depressed

I’m a self conscious broken promise

Ran across the ocean drowned soaking without a rope

And save my honesteez that left me, well let’s see

Ever since the day I learned to read

These kid’s faces, snake’s fakes and trick aces

Calling out shots and take them without chasers

Flirtatious leaving girls with hurt faces

I’m just a jerk tryna cover up my traces

But I ain’t got much and you can tell

Fucking up my lifetime hoping there ain’t a hell

I’m a chief, a thief, who cheats and kills beats

Surviving in the warzone searching for a peace of mind

I’m a casualty chilling in the depths of reality

A Jester tryna make fun of life’s lectures

Cheef ripping beats with herbs and techniques

We the basement natives back up on the streets

I’m a scholar of the art architect articulating

Abstract activations always animating

Rap verse penetrating I’m a separation

From fake motherfuckers unaware of the basement

I’m a street dweller never interested in the bullshit

Shunning all religion see me spit upon the pulpit

I’m a artist that puts sense into sentences

Others acting funny over money and the senselessness

I’m a 206 kid with a chip on my shoulder

And a folder worth a quartables to rip

I’m a visionary I bring sight to unseen

Light a couple matches and brighten up your darkest dreams

Open up the market I’ma mark it with a marker

Interrogate your character and label you a martyr

I’m a person not giving a fuck until the death

Of me in a golden casket and mask it with every breath

I’m a casualty chilling in the depths of reality

A Jester tryna make fun of life’s lectures

Cheef ripping beats with herbs and techniques

We the basement natives back up on the streets