Kicking Knowledge in the Face Lyrics
| Song | Kicking Knowledge in the Face |
| Artist | P.O.S. |
| Album | Ipecac Neat |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Turbo Nemesis | |
| And no I'm not one of these rabid conservationists | |
| I guess I'm here just kinda *******' up the scene huh? | |
| These mother-******s think I'm false and don't look twice at me | |
| And yeah I'm pissed | |
| I'll get revenge in a little bit | |
| Yeah I do get mean | |
| I'm excited to death | |
| I'm like earthquakes to SM58s | |
| I'm tired to death | |
| Them same old breaks | |
| From the same old battle breaks | |
| I'm promise of stress | |
| Perfect the art of mistake | |
| I'm the lead | |
| Prolly time for y'all to take a little break | |
| Huh, there be a lot a (shh) | |
| Kids who gotta (shh) | |
| Grip on how they feel this *******t should be | |
| Frankly it makes me sick | |
| I'm not a hater | |
| Just progress Prada wait a sec | |
| One fad to the next | |
| Bad fad to the another one | |
| It ain't gonna matter like cumbersome | |
| Bundle 'em | |
| Get 'em their scarves it about to get cold | |
| Bundle 'em ******* that | |
| Been a little cold since the first time P.O.S. | |
| Heard a crowd and said ******* that | |
| Grabbed a pen and came right back | |
| Took some notes and tried never to come back | |
| Hone the skill __________ | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Some call me piece of *******t | |
| Cuz I'm bringin' the ragnarok | |
| They call 'em purists | |
| But I choose to call 'em livestock | |
| The grass is stale but the cattle eat it up | |
| So make that song again | |
| And pump it keep workin' | |
| On something numbing | |
| (4x) | |
| Kicking knowledge in the face | |
| And I'm hoping it kicks you back | |
| I got that hot *******t | |
| Like Halloween tricks | |
| Gobbling sugar coated candy | |
| As ******s who like get sick | |
| I'm tossing rappers in the trash | |
| And never litter a bit | |
| Just drop a little word play | |
| On the psyche and id | |
| Now tell me: Who rolls the spot round here? | |
| Cuz uh, I'd like to meet 'em | |
| And instill a little fear, ya know? | |
| Sick of this same old same again | |
| I'll knock him off the blocks | |
| Like he was ******* my girlfriend | |
| I'll knock him off my block | |
| And give a stop to the whirlwind | |
| I'll knock him, simple as that | |
| I'll knock him | |
| Ok now check it | |
| This *******t's a mockery | |
| I'm not trying to save hip-hop | |
| I'm trying to save my baby's cousin | |
| From Jermaine Dupri | |
| So, so deaf, dumb and blind | |
| Black leaders replaced | |
| With crack dealers in blind time | |
| They set the pace | |
| I keep my race in the line | |
| Think about it | |
| Jesse Jackson rocks Fubu | |
| And tries to rhyme | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Some call me piece of *******t | |
| Cuz I'm bringin' the ragnarok | |
| They call 'em purists | |
| But I choose to call 'em livestock | |
| The grass is stale but the cattle eat it up | |
| So make that song again | |
| And pump it keep workin' | |
| On something numbing | |
| (4x) | |
| Kicking knowledge in the face | |
| And I'm hoping it kicks you back | |
| Right in your fat head | |
| Go see stars | |
| Meanwhile I sicker than SARS | |
| Rubbin' the syphilis scars | |
| Yo, crossing up ridiculous hard | |
| Unlike you mistook the food | |
| For having feverish bars | |
| We choose carefully | |
| Who's walking with style | |
| Who views separately knowledge of self | |
| And knowledge of right now | |
| We took a dead script | |
| Planted a Doomtree | |
| Then the bastards can lay it down fantastically | |
| The bastards can lay it down fantastically | |
| (*******t's true man) | |
| And no I'm not one of these rabid conservationists | |
| I guess I'm here just kinda *******' up your scene huh? | |
| These mother-******s think I'm false and don't look twice at me | |
| And yeah I'm pissed | |
| I'll get revenge in a little bit | |
| Yeah I do get mean | |
| I'm excited to death | |
| I'm like earthquakes to SM58s | |
| I'm tired to death | |
| Them same old breaks | |
| From the same old battle breaks | |
| I'm promise of stress | |
| Perfect the art of mistake | |
| I'm the lead | |
| Yo P.O.S. | |
| In a bit in a minute | |
| Let me get the so tired look in your eyes | |
| Your disguise disgusted | |
| As we say ******* all you guys | |
| In a bit in a minute | |
| Let me get the so tired look in your eyes | |
| Don't disguise disgusted | |
| As we say ******* all you guys | |
| In a bit in a minute | |
| Let me get the so tired look in your eyes | |
| Your disguise disgusted | |
| As we say ******* all you guys | |
| In a bit in a minute | |
| Let me get the so tired look in your eyes | |
| Your disguise disgusted | |
| As we say ******* all you guys | |
| (That's ******* ridiculous right? Right?) | |
| ******* | |
| I'm not some killer making this *******t | |
| I'm a killer breaking feeling the winter is cold | |
| I got soul to send it | |
| But I was told by this (ah) | |
| To fold the norm | |
| I'm not killin' the innocent | |
| Breakin' the mold | |
| Breakin' the mold | |
| I'm just breakin' the mold | |
| I'm not killin' this | |
| I'm just breakin' the mold | |
| I'm not some killer making this *******t | |
| I'm a killer breaking feeling the winter is cold | |
| I got soul to send it | |
| But I was told by this (ah) | |
| To fold the norm | |
| I'm not killin' the innocent | |
| Breakin' the mold | |
| Breakin' the mold | |
| I'm just breakin' the mold | |
| I'm just breakin' the mold |
| zuo qu : Turbo Nemesis | |
| And no I' m not one of these rabid conservationists | |
| I guess I' m here just kinda ' up the scene huh? | |
| These mother s think I' m false and don' t look twice at me | |
| And yeah I' m pissed | |
| I' ll get revenge in a little bit | |
| Yeah I do get mean | |
| I' m excited to death | |
| I' m like earthquakes to SM58s | |
| I' m tired to death | |
| Them same old breaks | |
| From the same old battle breaks | |
| I' m promise of stress | |
| Perfect the art of mistake | |
| I' m the lead | |
| Prolly time for y' all to take a little break | |
| Huh, there be a lot a shh | |
| Kids who gotta shh | |
| Grip on how they feel this t should be | |
| Frankly it makes me sick | |
| I' m not a hater | |
| Just progress Prada wait a sec | |
| One fad to the next | |
| Bad fad to the another one | |
| It ain' t gonna matter like cumbersome | |
| Bundle ' em | |
| Get ' em their scarves it about to get cold | |
| Bundle ' em that | |
| Been a little cold since the first time P. O. S. | |
| Heard a crowd and said that | |
| Grabbed a pen and came right back | |
| Took some notes and tried never to come back | |
| Hone the skill __________ | |
| Chorus | |
| Some call me piece of t | |
| Cuz I' m bringin' the ragnarok | |
| They call ' em purists | |
| But I choose to call ' em livestock | |
| The grass is stale but the cattle eat it up | |
| So make that song again | |
| And pump it keep workin' | |
| On something numbing | |
| 4x | |
| Kicking knowledge in the face | |
| And I' m hoping it kicks you back | |
| I got that hot t | |
| Like Halloween tricks | |
| Gobbling sugar coated candy | |
| As s who like get sick | |
| I' m tossing rappers in the trash | |
| And never litter a bit | |
| Just drop a little word play | |
| On the psyche and id | |
| Now tell me: Who rolls the spot round here? | |
| Cuz uh, I' d like to meet ' em | |
| And instill a little fear, ya know? | |
| Sick of this same old same again | |
| I' ll knock him off the blocks | |
| Like he was my girlfriend | |
| I' ll knock him off my block | |
| And give a stop to the whirlwind | |
| I' ll knock him, simple as that | |
| I' ll knock him | |
| Ok now check it | |
| This t' s a mockery | |
| I' m not trying to save hiphop | |
| I' m trying to save my baby' s cousin | |
| From Jermaine Dupri | |
| So, so deaf, dumb and blind | |
| Black leaders replaced | |
| With crack dealers in blind time | |
| They set the pace | |
| I keep my race in the line | |
| Think about it | |
| Jesse Jackson rocks Fubu | |
| And tries to rhyme | |
| Chorus | |
| Some call me piece of t | |
| Cuz I' m bringin' the ragnarok | |
| They call ' em purists | |
| But I choose to call ' em livestock | |
| The grass is stale but the cattle eat it up | |
| So make that song again | |
| And pump it keep workin' | |
| On something numbing | |
| 4x | |
| Kicking knowledge in the face | |
| And I' m hoping it kicks you back | |
| Right in your fat head | |
| Go see stars | |
| Meanwhile I sicker than SARS | |
| Rubbin' the syphilis scars | |
| Yo, crossing up ridiculous hard | |
| Unlike you mistook the food | |
| For having feverish bars | |
| We choose carefully | |
| Who' s walking with style | |
| Who views separately knowledge of self | |
| And knowledge of right now | |
| We took a dead script | |
| Planted a Doomtree | |
| Then the bastards can lay it down fantastically | |
| The bastards can lay it down fantastically | |
| t' s true man | |
| And no I' m not one of these rabid conservationists | |
| I guess I' m here just kinda ' up your scene huh? | |
| These mother s think I' m false and don' t look twice at me | |
| And yeah I' m pissed | |
| I' ll get revenge in a little bit | |
| Yeah I do get mean | |
| I' m excited to death | |
| I' m like earthquakes to SM58s | |
| I' m tired to death | |
| Them same old breaks | |
| From the same old battle breaks | |
| I' m promise of stress | |
| Perfect the art of mistake | |
| I' m the lead | |
| Yo P. O. S. | |
| In a bit in a minute | |
| Let me get the so tired look in your eyes | |
| Your disguise disgusted | |
| As we say all you guys | |
| In a bit in a minute | |
| Let me get the so tired look in your eyes | |
| Don' t disguise disgusted | |
| As we say all you guys | |
| In a bit in a minute | |
| Let me get the so tired look in your eyes | |
| Your disguise disgusted | |
| As we say all you guys | |
| In a bit in a minute | |
| Let me get the so tired look in your eyes | |
| Your disguise disgusted | |
| As we say all you guys | |
| That' s ridiculous right? Right? | |
| I' m not some killer making this t | |
| I' m a killer breaking feeling the winter is cold | |
| I got soul to send it | |
| But I was told by this ah | |
| To fold the norm | |
| I' m not killin' the innocent | |
| Breakin' the mold | |
| Breakin' the mold | |
| I' m just breakin' the mold | |
| I' m not killin' this | |
| I' m just breakin' the mold | |
| I' m not some killer making this t | |
| I' m a killer breaking feeling the winter is cold | |
| I got soul to send it | |
| But I was told by this ah | |
| To fold the norm | |
| I' m not killin' the innocent | |
| Breakin' the mold | |
| Breakin' the mold | |
| I' m just breakin' the mold | |
| I' m just breakin' the mold |
| zuò qǔ : Turbo Nemesis | |
| And no I' m not one of these rabid conservationists | |
| I guess I' m here just kinda ' up the scene huh? | |
| These mother s think I' m false and don' t look twice at me | |
| And yeah I' m pissed | |
| I' ll get revenge in a little bit | |
| Yeah I do get mean | |
| I' m excited to death | |
| I' m like earthquakes to SM58s | |
| I' m tired to death | |
| Them same old breaks | |
| From the same old battle breaks | |
| I' m promise of stress | |
| Perfect the art of mistake | |
| I' m the lead | |
| Prolly time for y' all to take a little break | |
| Huh, there be a lot a shh | |
| Kids who gotta shh | |
| Grip on how they feel this t should be | |
| Frankly it makes me sick | |
| I' m not a hater | |
| Just progress Prada wait a sec | |
| One fad to the next | |
| Bad fad to the another one | |
| It ain' t gonna matter like cumbersome | |
| Bundle ' em | |
| Get ' em their scarves it about to get cold | |
| Bundle ' em that | |
| Been a little cold since the first time P. O. S. | |
| Heard a crowd and said that | |
| Grabbed a pen and came right back | |
| Took some notes and tried never to come back | |
| Hone the skill __________ | |
| Chorus | |
| Some call me piece of t | |
| Cuz I' m bringin' the ragnarok | |
| They call ' em purists | |
| But I choose to call ' em livestock | |
| The grass is stale but the cattle eat it up | |
| So make that song again | |
| And pump it keep workin' | |
| On something numbing | |
| 4x | |
| Kicking knowledge in the face | |
| And I' m hoping it kicks you back | |
| I got that hot t | |
| Like Halloween tricks | |
| Gobbling sugar coated candy | |
| As s who like get sick | |
| I' m tossing rappers in the trash | |
| And never litter a bit | |
| Just drop a little word play | |
| On the psyche and id | |
| Now tell me: Who rolls the spot round here? | |
| Cuz uh, I' d like to meet ' em | |
| And instill a little fear, ya know? | |
| Sick of this same old same again | |
| I' ll knock him off the blocks | |
| Like he was my girlfriend | |
| I' ll knock him off my block | |
| And give a stop to the whirlwind | |
| I' ll knock him, simple as that | |
| I' ll knock him | |
| Ok now check it | |
| This t' s a mockery | |
| I' m not trying to save hiphop | |
| I' m trying to save my baby' s cousin | |
| From Jermaine Dupri | |
| So, so deaf, dumb and blind | |
| Black leaders replaced | |
| With crack dealers in blind time | |
| They set the pace | |
| I keep my race in the line | |
| Think about it | |
| Jesse Jackson rocks Fubu | |
| And tries to rhyme | |
| Chorus | |
| Some call me piece of t | |
| Cuz I' m bringin' the ragnarok | |
| They call ' em purists | |
| But I choose to call ' em livestock | |
| The grass is stale but the cattle eat it up | |
| So make that song again | |
| And pump it keep workin' | |
| On something numbing | |
| 4x | |
| Kicking knowledge in the face | |
| And I' m hoping it kicks you back | |
| Right in your fat head | |
| Go see stars | |
| Meanwhile I sicker than SARS | |
| Rubbin' the syphilis scars | |
| Yo, crossing up ridiculous hard | |
| Unlike you mistook the food | |
| For having feverish bars | |
| We choose carefully | |
| Who' s walking with style | |
| Who views separately knowledge of self | |
| And knowledge of right now | |
| We took a dead script | |
| Planted a Doomtree | |
| Then the bastards can lay it down fantastically | |
| The bastards can lay it down fantastically | |
| t' s true man | |
| And no I' m not one of these rabid conservationists | |
| I guess I' m here just kinda ' up your scene huh? | |
| These mother s think I' m false and don' t look twice at me | |
| And yeah I' m pissed | |
| I' ll get revenge in a little bit | |
| Yeah I do get mean | |
| I' m excited to death | |
| I' m like earthquakes to SM58s | |
| I' m tired to death | |
| Them same old breaks | |
| From the same old battle breaks | |
| I' m promise of stress | |
| Perfect the art of mistake | |
| I' m the lead | |
| Yo P. O. S. | |
| In a bit in a minute | |
| Let me get the so tired look in your eyes | |
| Your disguise disgusted | |
| As we say all you guys | |
| In a bit in a minute | |
| Let me get the so tired look in your eyes | |
| Don' t disguise disgusted | |
| As we say all you guys | |
| In a bit in a minute | |
| Let me get the so tired look in your eyes | |
| Your disguise disgusted | |
| As we say all you guys | |
| In a bit in a minute | |
| Let me get the so tired look in your eyes | |
| Your disguise disgusted | |
| As we say all you guys | |
| That' s ridiculous right? Right? | |
| I' m not some killer making this t | |
| I' m a killer breaking feeling the winter is cold | |
| I got soul to send it | |
| But I was told by this ah | |
| To fold the norm | |
| I' m not killin' the innocent | |
| Breakin' the mold | |
| Breakin' the mold | |
| I' m just breakin' the mold | |
| I' m not killin' this | |
| I' m just breakin' the mold | |
| I' m not some killer making this t | |
| I' m a killer breaking feeling the winter is cold | |
| I got soul to send it | |
| But I was told by this ah | |
| To fold the norm | |
| I' m not killin' the innocent | |
| Breakin' the mold | |
| Breakin' the mold | |
| I' m just breakin' the mold | |
| I' m just breakin' the mold |
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