(What do they know, what do they know, what do they know)

[Doseone]

[?]

Integrity I own whip and mutilate on beat

Dutifully do so like Sahara beast

Main art game, all alone on the reefs, same way

Hey, let's eat, get guts on, rust off, get gone

This is not a love song

Eat part of the throat that [?]

Like a grip that kills kings

The feel of real wings

The feeling that still stings

Tree cut to [?]

[?] getting blood in the dark

Though fire god won't stop [?]

Or dare pick up, pick up

To all enormous lizards who made white knights and wizards

And whatever miserable patriarchal busy [?]

Props to every pendragon and it's not having it

Heat breathin' for right reasons

Leaving еven seeds and feed singed

Torch glass, warp wood, scorch

When honorablе course resorts to brute force

For rappers who don't like me [?]

Because whitey did something to take lightly

Acceptance just don't excite me

Rather make shape of lightning

Rap drastic and great writing

Not plastic has-been inviting

Quality throttling, cloth modelling

Fast following, shells hollowing

Cobbling, posturing [?] of their fathers fell bottling

Fast it's dating they caskets

And male ego collapse [?] contest

The simple with a complex [?] death day ends

Met with a splendid explosion of berserk

Reality blur works, no styles usurp

Live well, sell more shirts to the masses

Brash person half-empty glass thirsts for a work in worm's dirt

Like hearing a neck go first, the unknown's no one's turf

Yet the last rapper on earth will still non-complexly describe their own hurt