Knowledge This - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I’m the Lord so knowledge this

I’m better known as a hardcore lyricist

Let me mention my DJ whoever discussing this

King Born known as a percussionist

Many are rushin’ us, LP ya see

Then when I hear what’s done by the King and me

The M-U-S-T-A-F-A don’t play

And if I ask you for a battle, you have nothing to say

‘Cause mum is the word you heard of my destruction

First got started with Bear Rock Production

Two years later, it was D-O-P

They ask, “who is it now?”

King and me

Told to be bold, I hold reality living out the truth

You wonder how to be right and exact

You lack education ignorance is no excuse

You have no explanation

Now is the situation all I see

Now it’s time to live Islam in negativity

It’s the remedy problem solved

I’m hyper ‘cause the cipher is the science I revolve around

Clown, King get down

You’re looking for the best

The Lord is who you found

My bounds are unlimited uncontrollable

You say take two but Lord is going solo

[?] renegade

Rampaging rebel

I’m a boulder and you’re just the pebble

You’re animated just like a cartoon

You hear your eulogy and dig your grave with a spoon

You hear a boom

Sparks fly from my brain cells

Grab the mic from you then I exile to another dimension

Time expansion that I control

Poppa got a new bag it got stole

I’m taking away

Breaking away plus going

Manifesting now is the wisdom in his thought

Ever short and prove me that I’m infinite

Most supreme merciful and beneficent

Never knew a crew like this can exist

I watch your brain cells burn as I ask to knowledge this

[Refrain]

Dig deep

[Verse 2]

Radical, sworn to be drastic

You were thirstin’ so you questioned my tactics

How I go about to take a sucka out

You should knowledge your wisdom before you bring your mouth

My methods are mathematical

‘Cause I’m a radical

Rising 360 degrees before I battle you

The pen is mightier than a sword

And a lyric ain’t hyped unless its hyped by lord

Mustafa Hassan, my ID

King’s the Disc Jockey I’m the MC

The one and only

Master of ceremony

Knowledge the real deal

Why you still a phony?

I’m educated and trained to withstand much

I worked the concert and the mic, a clutch

Say “damn” I jam and bear witness

I jog your mind for physical fitness

Me and King Born yo up in this

Throw on my sound press play then bought this tape

I wear a cape ‘cause I’m super put a strain in your brain

And feel the lane like Cooper King Born

Like to break like a horse, of course

Laying verbatim star wars and the force

New age of rage negativity get off

The King Born is disc jockey

I’m the prof and hardcore is the song

Written by the dope when

Seven years commission and seated

By no one any person anybody yo any creed

You ask if this will last

And I stay true indeed, take heed to the V

Then I’m taken what I [?] you now is this

You start shaking and aware the dare that you

Now accept the King Born put on a record

And then erected wisdom fall like lava

And hit the speaker [?]

Made you aware that I am here

When I ask to knowledge this

[Refrain]

Knowledge this

Knowledge, knowledge

[Verse 3]

I draw a picture just like Picasso

Number one can this is in my mind

Though hottest artist would you recruit for a brother

King is it’s height (Word to the mother)

Someone’s of the word

But some haven’t heard

The battles occurred

To lose is absurd

The mere thought is illogical, unreal

I unleash this piece and demand that it kill

Bit like a pit

I had to heal my hand

When you ask who’s dope

You point where I stand

‘Cause my mic is a utensil

So hold it like a pistol

Take a deep breath, then diss you

Pass you some tissue ‘cause you’re weak

Sucka you’re shallow but the Lord is just too deep

Drown clown ‘cause you a sucker

Your woman left you, she like how I duped her

You want her back, sucka your wish

The movement is X-Rated

So knowledge this

[Refrain]

Dig deep

Dig dig deep