Knock

Jean Grae - “Knock”
[Emcee(s): Jean Grae]
[Producer(s): Mr. Len]
[Sample (Multiple Elements): Grateful Dead - “Help On the Way” (0:00)]

[Verse 1: Jean Grae]
Yo, this shit keeps weighing me down, beating me up
Like every day’s governed by Murphy’s Law, it never drops
But inside, I’m tied up in stress, knots, and chains
And bills that ain’t paid. I damn near work
For Dun & Bradstreet, keep a bank card and a wallet for show
I hate empty spaces, fill ‘em with MetroCards
That’s spent, already took me places, Fun Passes, loose changes
Gum wrappers, maybe numbers, battery covers
To CD players, and that’s it. I got some plastic
But can’t even use it, the bad credit’s so drastic
Ask me, bastard, if I’m signed. I rhyme sick, but niggas
Is quick to turn their back on spitters with clits
Hit ‘em with this and ridiculous phrase flow that exit
My lips—ayyo, I mean my face though
They still want chicks with tits and ass out
My respect is worth more than your advance cash-out
I’m fucking you right in the ear. If these chicks did it, you’d be
Catching gonorrhea. The only thing I spread is tinnitus (Right?)
Just trying to keep this shit right, and for all of y’all
Asking when my joint dropping, watch me this year. It’s like…

[Hook: Jean Grae] (x2)
Hustles don’t get knocked, except the ones that
Fuck with my business and dough, you can forget that
I told you once it’s not gangsta, it’s just right
Don’t get it fucked, I don’t like to spit my shit twice
Keep your fake thugging, afraid to get in fist fights
Glittery knuckles never made me shiver, buckle never
Nukka, this how I get down

[Verse 2: Jean Grae]
It’s crazy
How I’m still catching y’all with no major distribution
Slice through like guillotines, I’m precise with the execution
The definition of artist, past the hype and the business
So I paint the track like a canvas in post-Impressionist style
Time keeps getting postponed like Emmy Awards
My mom’s cataloguing my shit like she’s Afeni Shakur
Many of y’all ain’t even worth a penny for thoughts
So I ignore the rumors and the biters more than y’all ignore the Unsigned
Hype in The Source. Peace to Steady Rock and Kice of Course
And a big “fuck you” to bitch Chris Lombardi at Matador
And every A&R that turned me down. Props to kids who stayed
Loyal since “Baseball” dropped and copped the underground
See, the barrel was facing me. Now I turn the gun around
And it’s got unlimited ammunition—I dare you to question
There’ll be no undressing, so don’t skip through the record
But if you’re looking for some shit to bump in the ride, you should check it

[Hook: Jean Grae] (x2)
Hustles don’t get knocked, except the ones that
Fuck with my business and dough, you can forget that
I told you once it’s not gangsta, it’s just right
Don’t get it fucked, I don’t like to spit my shit twice
Keep your fake thugging, afraid to get in fist fights
Glittery knuckles never made me shiver, buckle never
Nukka, this how I get down