“Knock That Shit Down,” by Professor Rex
Drivin through the mall like I'ma Blues Brother
I'ma drop a hit for your brother and your mother
Grab the mic and become your sister's lover
Not doing that shit for revenge
Stackin up blocks like I was Stonehenge
I know that shit doesn't make sense
What you think I'm the fuckin Fresh Prince?
This shit ain't literal, you ain't literate
The crowd is indifferent, you are ignorant
In you I got no interest, like recipes on Pinterest
Can I get a witness, I got lyrical fitness
You ain't nothing but lyrically witless
You wanna-be AK strappers, Paduan rappers
Little big men, weak old lady slappers
You are not a rapper, more like a present wrapper
You ain't lookin dapper, your career's in the crapper (shitty)
Shut the fuck up, get the fuck out
Turn that shit off, take that shit down
Shut the fuck up, get the fuck out
Turn that shit off, knock that shit down
Never had a crowd not love me on stage
Out of my book you need to take a page
Have something to say, say it well
Conjure an image, cast a spell
Who only gets just one shot?
If I flop, you know I won't stop
There's a lyrical technician who came to flex
Number one b-boy, Professor Rex
Man outta time, man outta place
Feel like I'm from fuckin outer space
Crab rappers don't feel the words I'm sayin
They can't understand the jams I'm playin
Y'all can't break me, you cant fake me
Y'all motherfuckers can't take me
Y'all better thank me, you better bank me
Y'all motherfuckers better rank me (number one)
Shut the fuck up, get the fuck out
Turn that shit off, take that shit down
Shut the fuck up, get the fuck out
Turn that shit off, knock that shit down
I come in like a lion
Go out like a bigger lion
You come across my path, I'ma leave your girl crying
I'ma leave your mama crying, gonna leave your kids crying
Sneakin in my lab and you're always spyin
The stuff of your dreams, you know I'm supplyin
You keep tryin and tryin, and dyin and dyin
Your universal lameness, is the fact underlyin
Faster than a pussycat, kill, kill
Don't touch my drink, no spill, spill
Stormin the club like it's the Bastille
Invading the stage like Bunker Hill
You're a mouse, I can walk out my door
Protest the White House
I make shit happen, my name was on wikipedia before you started rapping
I was the shit before you started crapping (oh no!!!)
Shut the fuck up, get the fuck out
Turn that shit off, take that shit down
Shut the fuck up, get the fuck out
Turn that shit off, knock that shit down