Knock,
knock, who is it?
Let me know a click, you claim
KMCO a different name
No, cause we must know,
we're the public enemy
that won't rush the show
Knock, knock, who is it?
Let me know a click, you claim
KMCO
you just switched the team
No, cause we must know,
it takes a nation and millions
to stop our flow
Nothin' change money, guns,
weed and the fame
Stay undercover on the street
cause now they knowin' my name
But you claim still with it,
flow still spittin'
Burnin' your city like dynamite
with every lyric
My life a drama sometimes,
I never wonder
So I keep from goin' under,
speak the heat, my speech is thunder
Teach you like a youngster,
feed you from your hunger
Can infect your crew with diseases,
ready to punch ya
I walk around with a face
like what you want from me
I'm like Chris Rock,
nothin' but bad company
You say it's just a bomb,
but it's just another song to me
I treat the game like it
belongs to me,
still holdin' it down just
in case it for got
KMC holdin' the crown,
till the day that we stop, B .C.
I'm from a city where the hate
took it's props,
where they aim for you crops
When will the hatred stop?
You know I went through your rolls
an d spend them like crazy
But sometimes it's like money hates me,
but money don't make me
Money can never break me,
still I'm happy as fuck if it's
money that pays me
Knock knock, who is it?
Let me know, I'll click your claim
KMC, oh a different name,
dumb, cause we must know
We're the public enemy,
the bomb rushes show
Knock knock, who is it?
Let me know what clique you claim
Can't see, or did you switch the team?
cause we must know
It takes a nation of millions
to stop our flow
We ain't bad boys,
we're just good fellas
They call me white chocolate,
the opposite of Nutella
I'm like your hood Hefner
Catch me at the Playboy Mansion,
dancing with whoever
This is my entrance,
you won't see me at the wardrobe
Getting my coat, making a hex in
If you got paid for me,
I'll meet you at the eatery
Invite you to dinner,
then for poison and your seasoning
Drop your head to your soup bowl
Rappers like the National
Football League
We watch Super Bowl
I'm Amson when I'm searching for it
I'm a baller,
but my feet don't touch the court
Uh, tell em I'm there
I don't wanna hear your bigs
It's gon' be one hell of a year
Let's make things happen
Great things happen
When these great kids runnin'
Hey yo, I fought from the start
I'm happy now, but my heart was dark
It's that part in the park
I can't wait till my daughter talks
So I can take her by the palm
and teach the girl that the walk is hard
When that dog's that bite,
don't bark alone
When the fog's out at night,
you don't walk the park
And you keep your mouth shut
when your father talks
Cause Papa's hard, and Papa's law
But most of all, I got proper love
If she wants something, I cop her stuff
And even unless I get killed
or they lock us up
I'll be there in good times
as well as the rough
Knock, knock, who is it?
Let me know, I'll click your claim
KMCO a different name, no
Cause we must know
We're the public enemy,
the bomb mustn't show
Knock knock, who is it?
Let me know what clique you claim,
KMCO
Need to switch the team, no
Cause we must know
It takes a nation of billions
to stop our flow
Easy access, game walkthrough
On a rap level, FAQs
Ask a rap rebel, can't settle
Restless case, face a light sleeper,
night creeper
Ladies man with the right features
Food sales with the right feature,
looks like a bright future
Everyone's a winner, yeah right,
loser, wrong answer
Cause this is not Olympic Games,
this is the Windsor Change
Bring the pain,
welcome to the pterodome
Kids stay out, chicks stay out
Crews with caliber, kids click aloud
Place your bets, money on the table
Cash only, gotta pass on your boney
cause her ass boney
The fuck a rap gang, you heard this,
I said it before
It's no joke gang,
we came back to settle the score
Blunt beef, so let's get to the war
Me and my boys, writing lyrics on tours
That be wetting your ears
It's KMC and you never thought
you'd see this again
Cause you was looking for the end
before it even began
So your guy's still deep with his pen
Still giving you a speech
from a dead wild beneath the sand
Still reaching for the win
so we cleanse, get crushed
You think my clique broke up
just cause we lost touch
Now you're sleeping on us
cause the heat's off us
Still fearing a re lease by us,
and that's real
Knock knock, who is it?
Let me know a clique you claim
KMC or a different name
Young, cause we must know
We're the public enemy,
bone rushes show
Knock knock, who is it?
Let me know what clique you claim,
KMC,
or did you switch the team, yo?
Cause we must know,
it takes a nation
and millions to stop our flow.
