Lyrics Kicking Knowledge In the Face - P.O.S

And no I'm not one of these rabid conservationists
I guess I'm here just kinda fuckin' up the scene huh?
These mother-fuckers 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 shit 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 fuck that
Been a little cold since the first time P.O.S.
Heard a crowd and said fuck that
Grabbed a pen and came right back
Took some notes and tried never to come back
Hone the skill __________
Some call me piece of shit
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
Kicking knowledge in the face
And I'm hoping it kicks you back
I got that hot shit
Like Halloween tricks
Gobbling sugar coated candy
As fuckers 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 fucking 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 shit'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
Some call me piece of shit
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
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
(Shit's true man)
And no I'm not one of these rabid conservationists
I guess I'm here just kinda fuckin' up your scene huh?
These mother-fuckers 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck all you guys
(That's fucking ridiculous right? Right?)
Fuck
I'm not some killer making this shit
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 shit
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