Something They Don’t Know

[Intro: Daveed Diggs]

SB, what up

Hellfyre club, what up

It's Clipping, bitch

Tell them something they don't know

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]

The thing about murder is it's a mess

The thing about hiring killers is payment is stressful

The thing about living long is regret

But shit, sometimes you just got to pull the fucking trigger

Prophetic profiteering pop a pill in a park

And wheeling around on a Segway calling it a metaphor

You on that next shit

What you get shit

A synthetic sense of being

Stop on a hill in the dark and dealing

What sounded like deadweight

Calling up Jennifer she on that X shit, no sex shit

She sells Cialis by the seaside out the sixth floor balcony apartment

He bows when he enters a touch of class 'fore he touch that ass

And she never suspected the geriatric motherfucker would pull something fast

It was the last move he ever made so

Needless to say she was on some not today shit and

Even it came when you met up with her for the date like

Damn, if you had any game at all it could have been a hell of a weekend

But instead you got stabbed in the fucking chest

[Hook: Daveed Diggs]

Cause you ain't know who the fuck you were dealing with

Talking about your dough like it's bakers in the building, bitch

You couldn't even blow if the dick was in between your lips

Cock back, cop that, drop stacks, run motherfucker

The baller's in the building

Tell them something they don't know

Give a fuck about your feelings

Unless you

Tell them something they don't know

[Verse 2: SB the Moor]

Yo, the old nigga's dead

New nigga step up, never gave a fuck

Living in his head

Bitch texts some cops sharing Milky Puffs

But he more about his bread, uh

So when he had heard the nigga had knitted up red

Carte blanche motherfucker

He had a couple of bumps and his nerves was lead

Headed to the HNIC's eyes

Ice tea, he driving on the 101, tired of asking nicely

She said "Get your ass some paper, life's pricey

And if you want this pussy, get with it, fit it with ice

Icy is always better, that's the way that I see it"

Damn, she right though

And this shit is flight or fight, bro

But the flight ain't getting you nothing

So you better stick to the night, yo

Get your ass some nighttime vision

And no no one hears your plight, so

You best turn lead to steel

Better go and get your ass right, go

Walk through the door, doorman laughs (hahaha) but he don't say nothing

He probably thinking he bluffing

Soft nigga who stuffed with stuffing

But he God damn serious, (grr!)

Nigga probably thinks he's delirious, (huh?)

But the bomb strapped to his chest gonna explain how damn clear he is (hahahaha!)

[Hook]

Cause you ain't know who the fuck you were dealing with

Talking about your dough like it's bakers in the building, bitch

You couldn't even blow if the dick was in between your lips

Cock back, cop that, drop stacks, run motherfucker

The baller's in the building

Tell them something they don't know

Give a fuck about your feelings

Unless you

Tell them something they don't know

[Break 1: Spoken]

AAAAAAGH!

-Is that the kind of work you want?

-Aren't you going to try and stop them?

-You can't stop the Hellfyre Club

[Verse 3: Nocando]

I feel like a young Heihachi Mishima

My bloodline is the product of demons

Fucking with this young Hollywood model

She don't so drugs so she probably bulimic, alright

I'm sliding through the city intravenous

Smelling like a struggle and feeling like completion

I'm too seasoned, don't rhyme without a reason

Give me 300 million Rupiah, yea I'm feeling Indonesian, right

Look into my iris you might glimpse my soul

My best friend just got off a high risk parole

We've been through ups and downs in life's give's and go's

Don't fuck with us tonight cause we so happy we could fight

[Hook]

Cause you ain't know who the fuck you were dealing with

Talking about your dough like it's bakers in the building, bitch

You couldn't even blow if the dick was in between your lips

Cock back, cop that, drop stacks, run motherfucker

The baller's in the building

Tell them something they don't know

Give a fuck about your feelings

Unless you

Tell them something they don't know

[Bridge 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard and scratches]

Hell, remember when we was young and we used to go "ahhhhhhhh"?

Get your-get your-get Get your bottoms off!

I'm the negative type

Die!

[Verse 4: Open Mike Eagle]

We all assorted bones thrown in a sack of flesh

I wonder what that actress gets for being on The Bachelorette

I don't know what's on all my broken rap cassettes

But I won't trash them yet

And I don't know why

I'm in a crew with all solo guys

We got our own secret language

Plus our logo's fly

I really think so

Like I was turning Japanese

I also think you can make poison from churning appleseeds

So don't drink with me

I ate a Gummy Bear recently that put me on every possible frequency

I bet you didn't know that shit

Mission accomplished

This is a pompous missive--admittedly, it's dishonest

[Verse 5: Daveed Diggs]

If the skeletons in your closet are having a quinceañera

Then it's probably time to open the fuck up

Full disclosure: there's foolies tucked in every crevice you ain't searched

And your mind is a prime candidate to merk if you would let it

So better run trick (run trick)

Cause the game ain't a game no more it's a fucking gun trick (gun trick)

Click, click, hear that in a dream

With the team that mean on the tongue quick

Tick, tick, it's a bomb in the basement

Basically stay in the sun, bitch

Cause the vitamin D isn't necessary

Bitter bite on the mind, a reminder of times

You done bit off more than you can chew

Should have known this was about monsters

They wait in the closet for you

And you wait in the dark for enlightenment

Frozen in a warrior two

How's your chakra, bro?

When you cock the four and peel back your skull like platanos

Pop pop

And it goes, and it goes, and it goes (and it goes, and it goes)

And again

Pop pop

Get low, get low, get low (get low, get low)

Gonna pick out a halo, shit

Chop chop

Did you know, did you know, did you know (did you know?)

To be static does he make the automatic go (RAWK)

And the body go drop

And the party don't stop

Liquor shot, give a motherfucker props

[Hook]

Cause you ain't know who the fuck you were dealing with

Talking about your dough like it's bakers in the building, bitch

You couldn't even blow if the dick was in between your lips

Cock back, cop that, drop stacks, run motherfucker

The baller's in the building

Tell them something they don't know

Give a fuck about your feelings

Unless you

Tell them something they don't know