Knuckle Up

[Verse 1: E-FAV]
Panoramic HD
Around the block from HP
That made me between the crack rock
And where the fiends be
My daily images consisted of the prostitutes and crack users
With a halfway house two doors down
Now they fucking with us mentally
Mercury in our Hennessy
American Dream teasing, and these motherfuckers believe
So we exactly opposites seeing good with the bad
Had stayed then survived off ramen noodles and vodka
Plus I know you niggas fakin'
These bitches is ratchet snakes
That's why I keep it movin' loud packs
Contribute to the air pollution
My style is mixture of potent acids
Powered by cold fusion over snare kicks
Powerin' up the music
It oozes through your computer
You absorb it in your cuticles
Virtual revolution for my niggas with that new shit
It's for y'all niggas to vibe with
It's for y'all... it's for y'all
Yeh!

[Hook: E-FAV]
Knuckle up or shut the fuck up, ho
Knuckle up or shut the fuck up
You want it then we got it
Middle fingers in the air
Detroit in this bitch
I know you see the glare (Who want it?)
Knuckle up, or shut the fuck up, yeah, shut the fuck up
You want it then we got it
Middle fingers in the air
Detroit in this bitch
I know you see the glare (Who want it?)

[Verse 2: Noveliss]
Syllable shark infested wordplay waters
Piranha protocol, seahawking
Got 'em runnin' like Ricky Waters
In the opposite direction of the author
Better lines than a barber, said I
Draw your weapons
You don't wanna joust with a Jedi... he is
In a clone war where they copy your craft like General Grievous
Enter the genius; bear witness to some cold shit
Cryogenic iceberg to the Titanic
The sound of the jungle: lions, tigers, and bad boys
Lost angels spreadin' red wings and you say Detroit
Frosty as the Netherlands
Written war wrestlin'
Every single thing I jot hard as a cyborg skeleton... nigga!
And everything you jot... gelatin
Rigor mortis rhetoric poets from never-never land
Welcome to the sauna
Hotter than Jeffrey Dahmer in the afterlife
Burnt up hanging from St. Sodom
Been a problem

[Verse 3: Laz]
Come trough beatin' my chest I King Kong 'em
Flatty tried to shoot from the top, I'm peeled often
Got more than street dreams I'm Rafer Alston
The new blood leave renaissance with Rickey Bolden
Bound to go for slam dunks than betray us
Punks too small to ball, niggas lose it on the way up
Fall short then they layup
Can't grab the nets, we're the best better pay up.. yeh!
I battled the whole tabernacle
Protect you neck before I grab you by your adam's apple
Fighting stance, they want yo spot
Know they comin' at you with with fake smiles and free blunts trying to match you
Nameless on the beat it's a medley... heavy
Fuck your system up like red meat... deadly
I don't know how I'mma end that shit, but let me hear that

[Hook E-FAV]
Knuckle up or shut the fuck up, ho
Knuckle up or shut the fuck up
You want it then we got it
Middle fingers in the air
Detroit in this bitch
I know you see the glare (Who want it?)
Knuckle up, shut the fuck up, yeah, shut the fuck up
You want it then we got it
Middle fingers in the air
Detroit in this bitch
I know you see the glare (Who want it?)

[Verse 4: Ilajide]
Verbal monopoly breaking into your property
Playing the revolution we lootin' for life and rhymery
Bringing the rulers back is exactly we the prophecy
Loaded up in machine and watch us redefine debauchery (we got to be!!)
Gifted with scripted, shit is like driving to ya'
Seven emeralds and bodied like 50 Sonic rings
A super golden n telekinetic approach to a city that’s dead and broke
We be barely stayin' afloat, but it’s designed for you to choke
No gas present they path present they killin' our adolescence taking away sample records

[Hook E-FAV]