Lyrics You Don't Know - ASM

The battle of the ages
Scenes and sights and sensations
Beyond anything the screen has ever shown

You don't, you don't, you don't
You don't know

A top shelf ladsman by all accounts
Getting high in the spring like pollen count (oh)
A small amount of peas with the haul of trout
(You don't know) what it's all about
The editor fearsome competitor
Etcetera that's running the scene for years, Federer (oh)
Sampras grand slams advancing up through the ranking
Packs a blank canvas, ha

Controlled domination, toying with the opposition
Drop and give 'em 20, that's the cost of living with a
Misplaced sense of confidence and optimism, stop your bitching
Value of the proposition, F
Predicate logic off topic
Rhetoric hard caustic oedipal bars stop it
Certified purveyor of the raw spit
Ascending to the throne forthwith (oh)

You don't, you don't, you don't
You don't know

Pull the difficulty lever, enter level ill
The preference on the weapon always set to kill
Extension of the self, keep it meta-real
(You don't know) and you never will
Bound to crush all night like a pepper mill
With a record beating reading on the decibels (oh)
Jezebels chasing Leo Messi skills
Like a record deal, well, then it's sealed
Can it build slowly till the vocals play?
Betcha ass it can homie, it's the only way (oh)
Pure, untouched, naturally grown and aged

And I'll be a fool to say it all over
Hot, beautiful, bitch ass, stealer of my mind
You seen what happened in my last fight, friend? A'ight, then

Aye, bloodsuckers crushed by the size tens
Nah, they 12's bro, big footed gaijin
Too hot for you lot, hit 'em with the ice then
My friend (you don't know) cypherin'
On a knife's edge wonder where the time went (oh)
Green asparagus aioli with the lime zest
Quite fresh, quite a fair amount better than the rest
Severing of heads settling the bets, yo

Dedication meter of the Richter scale
Born leaders of the people whether spit or braille
Even if equipment fails we're hitting rails
You don't know, so listen well
By the fireplace weave another gripping tale
Written with a pen acquired through illicit sale (oh)
True Detective versus Riverdale, give 'em hell studrick

You don't know what love is
Until you really fall in love one time
You don't know what love is
Until you really fall in love one time
Oh, you don't, you don't, you don't
You don't know

My bad, boys
Maybe we got started on the wrong foot there