Let Me Know

[Verse 1:]
Fuck what you talking 'bout
I'm in the ring to knock 'em out
We ain't boxing pals, you're my punching bag
We ain't gon' talk this out
Lyrical sparring bouts
But if I call 'em out, it hardly counts
I'm C-I-to-the-N-O
So hello Funk Volume crowd
I'm barely even startin'
You're the enemy to target
These dogs are tryna claim the throne
I'm here to cease the barkin'
So tell me, where's your heart at?
True art in this hard rap?
They're selling you a lie
But I expose that like CarFax
Get your facts straight, I castrate
These faggots with a gas tank
Spit fire on that bitch
I'm like Spyro how I rap flames
I blast straight, so damn great
I wanna see rap saved
XXL called me a Freshman, so I killed all of my classmates
It's like me against K. Dot at King Of The Dot
You ain't the King of New York
But I'm the King of Hip-Hop
And motherfuck Lil Wayne
He claimed to be the new 'Pac
Bitch, stop thinking you hot
You're just mainstream and too pop

[Chorus:]
If you want that real rap to come back
LET ME KNOW
You wanna hear me snap with that boom bap
LET ME KNOW
I'm about to make it on the map, rap and
LET IT SHOW
So LET ME KNOW
LET ME KNOW
If you want that real rap to come back
LET ME KNOW
You wanna hear me snap with that boom bap
LET ME KNOW
I'm about to make it on the map, rap and
LET IT SHOW
Drop, drop
Drop the bass low

[Verse 2:]
Another day, another minute
Time is passing, I'm all up in it
Fuck these lame ass rappers
They won't survive 2 seconds without a gimmick
So who's the best? Am I your favorite?
Do you view what I write like it was sacred?
The pen is a messenger of what I think
Cut my veins, I drip ink
Cuz it comes from the heart
All these other motherfuckers have been done from the start
I'm in love with the art, you run for the charts
To escape my wrath is to swim away bleeding
From a hungry shark...
It won't happen
And what the fuck ever happened to rapping?
It's like a big, fat factory
Making fake rappers, I swear it's blasphemy
I'm Hulk and Broly on Molly
In this Hip-Hop X-Box
If you find yourself versus me
Then death is your next stop
I wreck tracks and get props
So less trap and let's rock
You step back, we get guap
We get plaques, you get dropped
I ain't stop-pin', I'm wrec-kin'
And roc-kin' a rec-ord
You fall for the pres-sure
I'm box-in' like Tek-ken
Now, these wack rappers are tryna compete? Ho, please
You think you the G.O.A.T.?
I'll slice you up into goat cheese...

[Verse 3:]
I'm evidently better than the rest of 'em
Get rid of all the minimal opponents
Kill 'em in the moment
Military mind
But you don't wanna hit 'em up
Like 'Pac to Notorious
We are warriors cuz this is a war, bitch
We use metaphors, literature and words
Let me know if you forfeit
I'm coming for that number one spot
CiNo on top, you can love it or not
You wanna cover your plot?
Twat, suck on a cock
I'm bumpin' to Rock
While bumpin' a roc
Ah... I kill ish