Released on December 10, 2002

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[Verse 1]

I'm the obscene slang kicker with no parental sticker

Advisin' y'all that wise words is much slicker

Under circumstances label advances

Ample opportunity, infinite chances

To rhyme, so unrelated beef I don't stress

I seen many killed for infinitely less

Ya raps be the clips that's, packed with lies

Cowardlessly ya shoot up those innocent bys

In extra long verses, hundred bars in length

The percentage of the truth in the rhyme is one tenth

A solid mass of minerals, easily broke down

Hard rock MC's ya nuthin' but compound

Sparked by the endless greed of CEO's

In the videos, with those questionable flows

Take it twenty-six, cut it down to four bars, make it a hook

If it's not on the song it's in a book


[Chorus]

Knock, Knock

Who the fuck is bangin' at my door?

Is it abstract, commercial or hardcore?

Better know who the fuck they lookin' for

'Cause they don't want more

Yo Knock, Knock

Who the fuck is bangin' at my door?

Is it abstract, commercial or hardcore?

Better know who the fuck they lookin' for

They don't want more


[Verse 2]

The CREAM of the crop, we run circles that remain symmetrical

With lightnin' victories that's highly electrical

My microphone is just too hot to handle

Plus I don't fill ya ears with the, Pennister's scandal

I gift wrap the sawed-off, the DJ pump it

March to the sounds of Armstrong trumpet

Great things satisfy great minds

You want me to paint scenes, describe it in eight lines

Check it

Conceptional breakthrough, incomprehensible

Rap that make you, convinced it's invincible

Lease up my words, powerful hazardous

The most dedicated research the data; this

Info, tempo, is gatherin' momentum

A thousand rounds of ammo wonderin' who spent them

Applied science too, vocals we flyin' through

Victorious always because I am who?


[Chorus]

Knock, Knock

Who the fuck is bangin' at my door?

Is it abstract, commercial or hardcore?

Better know who the fuck they lookin' for

'Cause they don't want more

Yo Knock, Knock

Who the fuck is bangin' at my door?

Is it abstract, commercial or hardcore?

Better know who the fuck they lookin' for

They don't want more


[Verse 3]

I wrote this rhyme with a Sharpie

You see this dark key ignition's for those with keys

Who wanna start me up

That's where nature and nightmare converge

Where you hold in so much inside, ya gotta splurge

On these snakes with the fangs that, poke through your denim

When ya move it accelerates the action of the venom

But the purity and sacrifice gettin' stung twice

From those who load dice, the target is G-Grice

'Cause rhyme traveler's are light years beyond

The Clan had a bomb that made the world respond

Considering my own future, I'm used to

Damaging MC's, then parleying with producers

Whose main makin' cereal from two tracks of stereo

Hold that song's playin' weak ass material

We all peak at a singular point in time

'Till you see the sign, nigga resign


[Chorus]

Knock, Knock

Who the fuck is bangin' at my door?

Is it abstract, commercial or hardcore?

Better know who the fuck they lookin' for

'Cause they don't want more

Yo Knock, Knock

Who the fuck is bangin' at my door?

Is it abstract, commercial or hardcore?

Better know who the fuck they lookin' for

They don't want more