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

And no I'm not one of these rabid conservationistsI guess I'm here just kinda fuckin' up the scene huh?These mother-fuckers think I'm false and don't look twice at meAnd yeah I'm pissedI'll get revenge in a little bitYeah I do get meanI'm excited to deathI'm like earthquakes to SM58sI'm tired to deathThem same old breaksFrom the same old battle breaksI'm promise of stressPerfect the art of mistakeI'm the leadProlly time for y'all to take a little breakHuh, there be a lot a (shh)Kids who gotta (shh)Grip on how they feel this shit should beFrankly it makes me sickI'm not a haterJust progress Prada wait a secOne fad to the nextBad fad to the another oneIt ain't gonna matter like cumbersomeBundle 'emGet 'em their scarves it about to get coldBundle 'em fuck thatBeen a little cold since the first time P.O.S.Heard a crowd and said fuck thatGrabbed a pen and came right backTook some notes and tried never to come backHone the skill __________[Chorus]Some call me piece of shitCuz I'm bringin' the ragnarokThey call 'em puristsBut I choose to call 'em livestockThe grass is stale but the cattle eat it upSo make that song againAnd pump it keep workin'On something numbing(4x)Kicking knowledge in the faceAnd I'm hoping it kicks you backI got that hot shitLike Halloween tricksGobbling sugar coated candyAs fuckers who like get sickI'm tossing rappers in the trashAnd never litter a bitJust drop a little word playOn the psyche and idNow tell me: Who rolls the spot round here?Cuz uh, I'd like to meet 'emAnd instill a little fear, ya know?Sick of this same old same againI'll knock him off the blocksLike he was fucking my girlfriendI'll knock him off my blockAnd give a stop to the whirlwindI'll knock him, simple as thatI'll knock himOk now check itThis shit's a mockeryI'm not trying to save hip-hopI'm trying to save my baby's cousinFrom Jermaine DupriSo, so deaf, dumb and blindBlack leaders replacedWith crack dealers in blind timeThey set the paceI keep my race in the lineThink about itJesse Jackson rocks FubuAnd tries to rhyme[Chorus]Some call me piece of shitCuz I'm bringin' the ragnarokThey call 'em puristsBut I choose to call 'em livestockThe grass is stale but the cattle eat it upSo make that song againAnd pump it keep workin'On something numbing(4x)Kicking knowledge in the faceAnd I'm hoping it kicks you backRight in your fat headGo see starsMeanwhile I sicker than SARSRubbin' the syphilis scarsYo, crossing up ridiculous hardUnlike you mistook the foodFor having feverish barsWe choose carefullyWho's walking with styleWho views separately knowledge of selfAnd knowledge of right nowWe took a dead scriptPlanted a DoomtreeThen the bastards can lay it down fantasticallyThe bastards can lay it down fantastically(Shit's true man)And no I'm not one of these rabid conservationistsI guess I'm here just kinda fuckin' up your scene huh?These mother-fuckers think I'm false and don't look twice at meAnd yeah I'm pissedI'll get revenge in a little bitYeah I do get meanI'm excited to deathI'm like earthquakes to SM58sI'm tired to deathThem same old breaksFrom the same old battle breaksI'm promise of stressPerfect the art of mistakeI'm the leadYo P.O.S.In a bit in a minuteLet me get the so tired look in your eyesYour disguise disgustedAs we say fuck all you guysIn a bit in a minuteLet me get the so tired look in your eyesDon't disguise disgustedAs we say fuck all you guysIn a bit in a minuteLet me get the so tired look in your eyesYour disguise disgustedAs we say fuck all you guysIn a bit in a minuteLet me get the so tired look in your eyesYour disguise disgustedAs we say fuck all you guys(That's fucking ridiculous right? Right?)FuckI'm not some killer making this shitI'm a killer breaking feeling the winter is coldI got soul to send itBut I was told by this (ah)To fold the normI'm not killin' the innocentBreakin' the moldBreakin' the moldI'm just breakin' the moldI'm not killin' thisI'm just breakin' the moldI'm not some killer making this shitI'm a killer breaking feeling the winter is coldI got soul to send itBut I was told by this (ah)To fold the normI'm not killin' the innocentBreakin' the moldBreakin' the moldI'm just breakin' the moldI'm just breakin' the mold