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Knuckle Up
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Knuckle Up was released on May 3, 2005 by The Orchard as a part of the album Knuckle Up
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Release DateMay 3, 2005
LabelThe Orchard
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Black Pegasus
Black Pegasus
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Black Pegasus
Black Pegasus
Songwriter
Blizz
Blizz
Songwriter

Lyrics

Word on the street
That's solid
Welcome to Colaborado, you're now fucking with Black P
I'll light your hands on fire if you think you can clap heat
I blast these, so don't stand and stare
Or I'll leave you with two black eyes like a panda bear
The madness here, sex carnival when I spit rhymes
Nowadays all these kids wanna dick ride
I hit guys right in they mouth, right where it counts
So hard, knock your face right off your scalp
No doubt, rap's like a strip club in a way
I go to shows, all I see is pussies on stage
I should be amazed, but I wasn't
I guess I'm just on my own dick, I ain't laying on my stomach
Who run it? You know Game holds your mack is weak
You still hamburger, ****, you jack the meat
I blast the beat, spitting and flipping the wrong thing
I'm like a men's urinal, cats ain't shitting on me
You making mad bucks, you pushing fast trucks
I don't give a fuck, this is brass knucks
You wanna rap man, but you wack, damn
This is brass knucks, catch a backhand
Brass knuckles, brass knuckles
Brass knuckles, yeah, get 'em Black
I'm Black and Mexican, so you know I'm ill
The Black will shoot your ass, the Mexican slice your grill
So what the deal? Stop the motherfucking hating
My lyrics are brass knuckles to cave your face in
Faking like you running shit, you damn wrong
The only strings you pull is from your fucking tampon
I blast on with the migraine pain
Do a show and keep it moving like Kwai Chang Caine
My rhymes slang thangs for that untaxed dope
You love that trick? I already fucked that ho
Cut that slope to make your whole reality shift
So in a second you can see my personality split
Mechanically spit ill rhymes hard as hell
The Grim Reaper in all black like Gargamel
My art excels, so fuck your American Idol
Focus on skills, so I'm ready to snipe you
You making mad bucks, you pushing fast trucks
I don't give a fuck, this is brass knucks
You wanna rap man, but you wack, damn
This is brass knucks, catch a backhand
Brass knuckles, brass knuckles
Brass knuckles, yeah, get 'em Black
I write rhymes that pitch, pitch blackness
Brass knuckles
Any motherfucker that front is left backless
Brass knuckles
They wouldn't let me in 'cause I'm spitting my rap raw
So like Kobe, I force my way through the back door
The rap lord to capture lyrical factors
Only rims you seen are hanging from backboards
I passed your crew in an evident track meet
Didn't matter if it was slow, mellow or a fast beat
I clap heat, shockwave blast and buck you
Nasty when I flow, when I rap say "fuck you"
Brass knuckle impact will break your little grin
Leave your face swollen like Jay Leno's chin
So don't meddle in any of my business or interest
Or you could get ripped like physical fitness
You making mad bucks, you pushing fast trucks
I don't give a fuck, this is brass knucks
You wanna rap man, but you wack, damn
This is brass knucks, catch a backhand
Brass knuckles, brass knuckles
Brass knuckles, yeah, get 'em Black
Written by: BlackP, Blizz
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