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• Artiste: Jabee
• Titre: Knock Knock
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Knock, knock, who is it? Who is it? Who did it? Who did it? Who ' is it? You who is it, I who is it Homie, who you kidding? Run, tell 'em I'm coming Run, tell 'em I'm coming A chance to see it, direct effect of me believing My faith is faced to facing in case they face for any reason I need reasons to live and reevaluate my gift For any reason that I might reevaluate my life I've taken drastic measures, passed the pressure we enforce I'm taking half the effort, scrap the record, we record Change the name and dedication, placed the game in reservation Call the natives so complacent, half the man, half amazing High-jacking radio stations, meditation gets the bass in Ace in the hole, sold his soul for something basic Nothing honored, nothing sacred Be like kicking your door, waving the four four, it's me Knock, knock, who is it? Who is it? Who did it? Who did it? Who ' is it? You who is it, I who is it Homie, who you kidding? Run, tell 'em I'm coming Run, tell 'em I'm coming Post to focus, no reason, just to show us Show him reason, show him action Keep the heat, let's kick the ratchets The keys to pick the latches, I redeem it, any faction Any reason just to ask him, ask him Who did it? Who did it? Who is it? Who you kidding? I envision every mission then I took precise incisions My submission in dimensions gleam and glistens Tryna fit it in the sickness that's so hateful in the prisons Bars, both submissive, so religious, so gifted Missing no time, so divine that my soul shines proper New jack city like I grew up in the carter Said I'm the author of my own fate, call it what you want, it's me