What A Nigga Know - Q3 Album Version

I saw the thunder and heard the lightning

And felt the burden of his shame

I saw the thunder and heard the lightning

And felt the burden of his shame

Check, sup do

Yeah, check it out check it out

Check it, buss it, peep it, check it

I'm on the low like a sneaky ass (white) nigga

X the unseen comin' like the night nigga

So start panicking I'mma crack this Heinekin

Suckas is froze like mannequin so no shenanigan, bucko

I'm rugged like stone face to stucco

So fuck it! The mic is in my knuckles so I keeps my fist full of profits

My grip is on my pistol in pocket

Niggas be blowin' but be annoyin' like whistle rockets

This one goes out to all you suckas: you don't know me

I never O.D. on my diet of codeine and OE

X embezzling fat checks and cash is okay

Fucking with the system like a rash but I don't say out loud

I read my hit list while I check shit

A nigga never lived to hear me diss him on no record

The month's up

I watched the pussy bleed for seven days

The body autopsy said he was killed in seven ways

Nowadays tell me what lady don't get it

Listen to BLS you just might catch radio edit

I got the good news so watch the happy story end like

Colin Ferguson or Jack Kavorkian and you don't quit

I saw the thunder and heard the lightning

And felt the burden of his shame

I saw the thunder and heard the lightning

And felt the burden of his shame

(Sittin on the train like half past midnight)

Who will survive in World War Three? (None!)

Who got a style that come close to me? (None!)

Niggas screamin battle who steps to me? (None!)

To all you fakers, it's time to meet your maker

Raps incarceration of a threat to population

Blowing MCs in a yardless, heartless center isolation raise a rattle

With recreational mental meditation

World War Three, it's me

So man your battle station

The reaper lyrics are way beyond the limits of human endurance (Yeah!)

The rapper called star shot down for insurance (Bang!)

I keep the ugly rhymes in the celler of my cranium

Where no one can see them or hear cries for freedom

Chopped up raw thoughts the only thing I feed 'em

Release the beats from the celler when I need 'em

Dwell underground like C.H.U.D., love letters

Wrinkled paper bags, ink and blood

I gotta slay ways of jealous I defeat

Dodge bullets blue sparks flowin off the fuckin concrete

Even if it's not your beef you are stressed cause bullets go homeless

And homeless need a place to rest

So where's your heaven and hell G?

Because your Marcus Wellby will not be able to sew

That hole in your chest and back

Often looks like a car, it's kitted

Piped and tinted, and also painted triple black (Ding!)

Sad songs to your saviour to sacrifice your soul to prayers failed (Sorry)

Cause God moved like a snail so death prevails

Your deader than a doornail

Lips blue, skin pale, all hail GRIMM!

I saw the thunder and heard the lightning

And felt the burden of his shame

I saw the thunder and heard the lightning

And felt the burden of his shame