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Fog on the River

by Knucklez

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Epilogue of Life 03:36
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Epilogue The epilogue of my life Story wrote on songs. Even though I'm wrong I know I might be right.. I leave wakes like a boat do Bullets hit ya wake. Ya people shaking we just float through breaking on the waves. Yacht Master 80 on a Skydweller. I jump out planes DB bye fella. I make em Harlem shake The cannon throw em old-school. Sideways out the frame Of a Taurus Judge then Oh No. Come back wit something bigger Like an anti tank rifle. This an anti gang rifle Knock down ya whole crew n wipe em. No crew I'm frightening To every man who might be. Right in my sights to fall prey in the night sheep. Alpha wolf shit You looking at Omega. End of tomorrow You'll wish you never met us. I make these rappers sick Hurling bricks in mausoleums. Make all they kin cry When they go to see em. Then they find the box closed Pandora didn't need em. I wake shave Caine Gemstar handle might stain. Blood in the wood No prints wiped on bath towel. Philly come the hardest Always got the Mack out. If I don't reference you a target I hit the door and then I blackout. Right off of Google Instagram wit the map out. Running out the back door Covid masks Iraq style. Banging hammers in the air Here hold this as your last pal. Put the hollow up is his ass Like a doctor wit his pants down. Tellin you take yours off Here huff this gas now. My emergence like a vigil Out the surface of crystal. Purified carbon atoms Worth a couple missiles. 100 k on my wrist ain't shit Like eating cheese up. You constipated rappers saying this but getting beat up. I rob ya whole crew Open mouth make a martyr. Wipe em all out Like the seats in my Targa. To me it ain't nothin But a three dollar cartridge. That'll split ya chest like birds Over birds in a parchment. You burbs just a Partridge I murdered here em talking. The ghosts come in my sleep 3 a.m. see em walking. Scratch me on my neck Then I wake up coughing. Feeling like I'm strangled Laying in my coffin. It's Feast Day Haram Walking Watch it all on replay. My life is like the Truman Show I swear they all on sneak plays. They be walking on eggshells I let it crack like a heatwave. My coffers up like lead bells Ring ya head out sleep safe. Albert Knucklez Driver Owner/CEO Iconic Records Philadelphia LLC bloodyknucklez.net knucklezoftruth@gmail.com 302-203-7697
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RED 03:04
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Always swing the heater for it Gotta pay the rent. Reckless Adidas Jordan Louis sheets on beds. Always swing the heater for it Across ya grill like toasters. He holdin he bleeding for it I'ma come and toast ya. Gotta feed the heaters more load up the head. Pop up squeezing beef is over Unloaded in his Benz. Snatch his Roli and his gems Sell the chains to his friends. Clap a holie through his head Metal games yes we spray. Bloody vest replay Ya buddies catching heat waves. I put them sparks in the air Like lightning when it heat waves. It's a supercell coming Rumbles clouds crashing. Fuck about humble Fuck about a rapper. They know the fuck coming Like a rubber unwrapping. I'ma put it in they stomach And hope they have a fuckin bastard. Long as folks remember I always been a gangster. I was turning bricks to cinders When you was busting Pampers. If he don't got a dime And he don't got the dimes. The heater gonna fire Man I leave this shit red. If he done did the crime And he can't do the time. And he can't be a mime I leave that bitch dead. If we was on the grind My piece was always fire. Them people come and buy And say Jesus this the best. If he don't got a dime And he don't got the dimes. The heater gonna fire Man I leave this shit red. My pops picked me up One time in the day. Riding round town Playing his game. Spot a couple cuties Whistles would fly. He was vulgar wit the women Shit on their life. He'd call em all Porkers Betty's, Skirts and that type. Sippin on his beer Working a crack pipe. I didn't know it then Later walking in that life. I would see the pen Often had Mag pipes. Always kept a gun A knife and MagLite. Never slept once Ya homies get bagpipes. I'll never be my father Oh my you got that right. I got out that box And never looked back right. Learned how to move Without attracting the Bat Light. Ain't no crime fighters Coming back when you clap right. Hit him through his armor Give him a blue tip. Hollow through a bottle No noise and go through shit. If he don't got a dime And he don't got the dimes. The heater gonna fire Man I leave this shit red. If he done did the crime And he can't do the time. And he can't be a mime I leave that bitch dead. If we was on the grind My piece was always fire. Them people come and buy And say Jesus this the best. If he don't got a dime And he don't got the dimes. The heater gonna fire Man I leave this shit red. Albert Knucklez Driver Owner/CEO Iconic Records Philadelphia LLC bloodyknucklez.net knucklezoftruth@gmail.com 302-203-7697
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Ki to the City 03:45
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I'm the ki to the city Like that powder you be sniffing. Give up the ki's to me quickly Or it's POW from the Smiffin. I'm whipping hot oils Like the workers be at Wesson. I'm the ki to this city Take this crack and start stepping. I'm the ki to the city These rappers spittin out benida. B12 and D cells I'm in the kitchen clocking Jesus. It's walking on the water Come back 10% cleaner. 20% heavier Chopping ki's down wit cleavers. I got the keys to this city Snatching ki's through the city. If I squeeze it won't be pretty Clap them things through yo building. Nucky ain't a G I'm the alphabet wit these. This alpha bet he flee And peek like Malcolm through them trees. Shoot em all in Silence I DoGood but I am violence. In the muthafuckin flesh Thread the needle through his eyelets. I tie this shit up Like muthafuckin Timbo. Bite these little mutts I am Rotti I am Kimbo. I gave em Ak's I got war But the Plague came I got bored. I spit my Codex on the Blood Bank See the red stains on the doors. The Boss above the bosses They always counting losses. Gotta pay ya tribute Or them fellas come a tossing. It's our thing like the Bing But the Opps is only Ringers. They get caught wit a package Then the cops hit up our ringers. Half price ki's From the comp it don't get sweeter. When I'm walking down the block These palms is always staying heated. I'm the ki to the city Like that powder you be sniffing. Give up the ki's to me quickly Or it's POW from the Smiffin. I'm whipping hot oils Like the workers be at Wesson. I'm the ki to this city Take this crack and start stepping. I'm the ki to the city These rappers spittin out benida. B12 and D cells I'm in the kitchen clocking Jesus. It's walking on the water Come back 10% cleaner. 20% heavier Chopping ki's down wit cleavers. Run up on me fool I'm passing out the boom booms. Breaking down ya bricks The fiends heating up the spoons soon. I put fentanyl in my hollows Wit McDonald's spoons like y'all know. That shit you out there shooting Ain't hittin like this Rondo. I be going hard Counting checks out like FICO. In my Nike's spittin bars Every payment is a lightbulb. If he late he catching Michael Put some flames to his hair. Ain't no missing payments In this game it's just the air. Empty words for empty birds They get unwrapped on the curb. Then I whip em in the pot Til they all come back like curds. Ain't no whey, I'm spilling milk From the projects to the burbs. This K look like a stilt Spit projectile birds. Had the Tech Files working The absidy vaccine. But I was left under worthed Under earth and black sheets. Was left for dead I'm right for night Coming back in Nikes like. The moonwalker smooth talker Chased by wives mighty pipes. I'm the ki to the city Like that powder you be sniffing. Give up the ki's to me quickly Or it's POW from the Smiffin. I'm whipping hot oils Like the workers be at Wesson. I'm the ki to this city Take this crack and start stepping. I'm the ki to the city These rappers spittin out benida. B12 and D cells I'm in the kitchen clocking Jesus. It's walking on the water Come back 10% cleaner. 20% heavier Chopping ki's down wit cleavers. Albert Knucklez Driver Owner/CEO Iconic Records Philadelphia LLC bloodyknucklez.net knucklezoftruth@gmail.com 302-203-7697
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Balled Up 02:52
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I remember where I came from I Never change just change guns. In a plane sippin grape rum Clicquot and some grape Runts. I paint a picture this my paint brush My words and lungs are shaped up. I'm clipping back the edges Hopping hedges to get the spray done. Never married always carry Got no kids and I'm scary. I'm known for doin hits Wit these sticks that I carry. I'm Krampus scandalous Branson branded Take this handle watch me land it. Hockey bandit pop heat random Turn it up and copy cannons/Canons. I'm mo New York than New York All these rappers new pork. Chew em off my fork go and smoke a Newport. Swinging swords like Shinobi While I'm blowing on this bogey. I Watch em die slowly Yea you Humphreys all goin. To say I didn't take Philly from em Dog are you blind. One call have em hauled off Balled up and tied. Til the hog come and maul something Jaws on ya mind. I bite ya brain out here like Awww what am I. When they screw they face up at me It make me happy I love some beef. I bite a chunk out his cheek and slap him That shit has happened Blood on my cheeks When they screw they face up at me It make me happy I love some beef. I bite a chunk out his cheek and slap him That shit has happened Blood on my cheeks It matter what you do It matter how you move. Brains splatter wit them tools Always happens round some fools. My draw leave em blind Pop off flee the line. Don't come around me plottin Pa read the signs. Caution, cuidado El Cucuy in ya closet. I come out and start swattin Stomp ya skull like a mosh pit. They see me taking trips Hating on the sneak. Like they ain't see the sleepless nights It took for me to eat. Chains plus milli drums Bars like in rhymes. But these bars cut through cars Hard as carbon on diam. My vvs so clear Pierce ya jaws wit a lime. I bring Canary's out Like islands or a mine. I silence make em mime Using violence over time. Some might call it torture I just climb in their mind. Use a pair of forceps and mine what is mine. Dig out medulla Waterboy wit a 9 When they screw they face up at me It make me happy I love some beef. I bite a chunk out his cheek and slap him That shit has happened Blood on my cheeks When they screw they face up at me It make me happy I love some beef. I bite a chunk out his cheek and slap him That shit has happened Blood on my cheeks Albert Knucklez Driver Owner/CEO Iconic Records Philadelphia LLC bloodyknucklez.net knucklezoftruth@gmail.com 302-203-7697
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Genocidal Spaceships 01:59
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I'm watching from my spaceship In parking lots wit Haitians. Parking lots wit Asians My kettle pot amazing. It brings everything together Metal pop some places. Heat em all at once Like an oven do wit pastries. Pile up some daisies Ring around the Rosie. Pouring out on graves it's Big old bottle rosé. Left side right side It's genocide on both plays. My metal slide I let it fire Then I slide in homebase. My block full of gun smoke Weapons hop like jump rope. Once they catch a body They file out the gun hole. Re rifled barrels Infrared and hundos. Have vigil nights wit carols While yo people stumble run home. I keep it coming face first Creampie spitters rain purses. My brain curse engrained cursive Voodoo doctor strange nurses. Chicken bones in little rows Thrown out like some crap dice. A backdoor Little Joe Is when we come for pack heists. Slippery as some black ice My slope running mad nice. Black diamond mag life I hope to have it bagged right. When you weighing out my temperament Just know I'm prone to weapon lift. And once I go prone You'll never see the Wesson spit. It's one o'clock rock Two o'clock rock Three o'clock rock At 4 I'm back at pot. That's how I build a Happy Day Put Fonzi in the water. Once that white boy cooked The fiends be placing orders. I'm watching from my spaceship In parking lots wit Haitians. Parking lots wit Asians My kettle pot amazing. It brings everything together Metal pop some places. Heat em all at once Like an oven do wit pastries. Pile up some daisies Ring around the Rosie. Pouring out on graves it's Big old bottle rosé. Left side right side It's genocide on both plays. My metal slide I let it fire Then I slide in homebase. Albert Knucklez Driver Owner/CEO Iconic Records Philadelphia LLC bloodyknucklez.net knucklezoftruth@gmail.com 302-203-7697
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Red Rivers 03:15
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Spent a hundred grand on holsters Make you float like Moses. Start a Red River When I pop up and unload this. Red seizures Red sees us He watchin down like Jesus. I know alotta things Including rap music needs this. I know about the dark web Trapping through computers. In a dark hall my hawk wet Stabbed a couple shooters. Unwrapped a couple two bricks Put body parts in coolers. See what happened on his Pumas Wit the blood stains from the Ruger's. Always hit for cash They say Bloody do this. Ever since a school kid Turn yo buddies into Cool Whips. Hit a couple dealers Then go hit a couple dealers. It gotta be so fast That nobody getting near us. That us is really me I be flush up full of demons. All monster when I'm speaking I might rush up and decease him. Bust up in a precinct Make the lights flicker seizures. Detectives seeing Jesus Make the whole building meet him. I could never plan this Put the gear down bitch we're landing. Planes look like Atlantis Ferrari coupes and Phantoms. Reds wraith watching wins Bloody on the channels. I'm bread great Gotham cities On fuckin cannibal. The turns that life takes Hit hard like the handles. Hit the turns wit no brakes Collect money like it's FanDuel. Geto great metal taped Electric tape make sandles. Kill the whole room If any single man move. Have you seeing pieces Of the metal in releases. In yo dental wit the heaters Like yo teeth was really freezing. I be alone cuz I'm beast east And don't really need em. Remember he who eats speaks Can jeopardize my freedom. Folding flags deep creased Family round a casket. Ring around the Rosie Had him falling down collapsing. He put my product in the pipe Pure coca don't make ashes. I'm Cool James plus Usain You should call me Track Smith. You should call me crack smith My whip game have em haptic. Twitching all in place Seeing shit and scratching. Hit the fuckin lottery My line full of scratchers. No fentanyl we got the D Wit no fuckin additives. Afghan pure Only way to have it. Cut it by half Then add the extra half in. I made crack house mansions Spread blood around like Manson's. Drain out their bank accounts Foreclosure out on pamphlets. I could never plan this Put the gear down bitch we're landing. Planes look like Atlantis Ferrari coupes and Phantoms. Reds wraith watching wins Bloody on the channels. I'm bread great Gotham cities On fuckin cannibal. The turns that life takes Hit hard like the handles. Hit the turns wit no brakes Collect money like it's FanDuel. Geto great metal taped Electric tape make sandles. Kill the whole room If any single man move. Albert Knucklez Driver Owner/CEO Iconic Records Philadelphia LLC bloodyknucklez.net knucklezoftruth@gmail.com 302-203-7697
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Turn You Off 03:50
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I got rappers tryna be me Copy all my pages. Copy all the stages But you cannot copy cages. All the cold nights And pain it took to make this. Would kill the average man So have a grain and take this. Salt of a talk It's holy water from my pages. It's holy water once the Caine hits Whip it back n forth be patient. This coke so clean It's bout the color paint chip. Off the boat wit me Gucci yellow bracelets. I'm Tunechi minus braid fish Hot Boy stainless. Steel for the peel Have ya dreads hanging aimless. I don't know about rap I just know about straps. But the kind that's all metal Y'all take em from the back. These rappers wearing purses Getting shot needing nurses. Smoking on a rock See em drop in need of hearses. I spit fentanyl dream My Mic needing Narcan. Yellow flashing on the screen My speed be causing log jam. It go click clack pop Out that big gat watch. Leave you holy as a bust downs Drilled cracked top. Violence turns me on Think about that stop. Then look at ya watch Is this the date you drop. It go click clack pop Out that big gat watch. Leave you holy as a bust downs Drilled cracked top. Violence turns me on Think about that stop. Then look at ya watch Is this the date you drop. I make em climb ladders Fireman I'm hazardous. I fire man they dying standing Ain't no fuckin Lazerus. Bring em Gabriel's judgement Alone and my gloves fit. Atonements, well I bust clips And never tell em nothing. Sat right on the stand Wit more plans I'm not bluffing. Have ya whole fam canned Like some ham wit hot stuffing. Rounds hit ya body Pounds are loud when they're dropping. Running hits like a treadmill Cops get found without bodies. I did time had expungements Now I'm packing up my luggage. Travelling the muthafuckin globe Like the covid crashed in running. Stay the fuck in ya home Or I come busting the chrome. Hop a bus wit a note This is Speed about to blow. Pop culture wisdom This shit is just business. Your emotions keep you stuck And broke in our distance. If I wrote it it's my love My life this my night. The moon made for me Crescent in search of the light. It go click clack pop Out that big gat watch. Leave you holy as a bust downs Drilled cracked top. Violence turns me on Think about that stop. Then look at ya watch Is this the date you drop. It go click clack pop Out that big gat watch. Leave you holy as a bust downs Drilled cracked top. Violence turns me on Think about that stop. Then look at ya watch Is this the date you drop. Albert Knucklez Driver Owner/CEO Iconic Records Philadelphia LLC bloodyknucklez.net knucklezoftruth@gmail.com 302-203-7697
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Hannibal Smith 03:11
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What you know about Outlaw. Hanging out the window Bustin pistols off southpaw. Shifting through the gears Dodging workers from Outlaw. Philly PD In the pocket like round balls. Come shopping wit us I need money to mound up. In these buildings they scream On a spiraling downfall. Shooting up they veins Need a doctor wit Haldol. Psychotic brains Drug em proper and count long. Where my money from Licking hustlers like clit lips. Hannibal Smith Dump it and switch clips. Dunk him like biscuits Over powders like Bisquick. Then close the van door Hide the bodies and ditch sticks. I get women like Faceman In a suit on my waistband. Is a big Taurus Judge That have you floating like space man. I make you a ghost Welcome to Graceland. Make you flop for the culture Like LeBron did in Space Jam. BA Baracus Howling Mad Murdock. I'm the king wit the ratchets Make em sleep like burdock. Templeton Peck Hannibal Smith. Bump ya queen wit the handle Then jam her wit sticks. Whatever Nucky want Hannibal gives. I flip like a switch Give you phantoms and mists. The ghosts in the attic On the mantle is sin. If you don't want no urn Stay the fuck out my biz.. Whipping these foreigns Peeling rubber like Outrun. Running out ya house In ya wife's mouth I mount cum. Leaving rubbers in ya yard Really fuckin up ya lawn. When you OT I be up in ya jawn. I only see red Like the prior of Malcolm. The prior told the outcome You get fire come out guns. Pay off crooked 12s Use two deuces when mouths talk. One behind each ear In the noodle like that sauce. Bake my noodle off that sauce Collect money from asphalt. Flyin round Philly Like I'm working for Nascar. Shit do two hunnid White as coca on sack cloth. Got the matching luggage I be rollin like South Posse. I be rollin up the sour toss In shatter and extract. Top of the tower Shittin like Exlax. First time you see the room The instinct is step back. Shelf full of guns And the clips look like step ladders. BA Baracus Howling Mad Murdock. I'm the king wit the ratchets Make em sleep like burdock. Templeton Peck Hannibal Smith. Bump ya queen wit the handle Then jam her wit sticks. Whatever Nucky want Hannibal gives. I flip like a switch Give you phantoms and mists. The ghosts in the attic On the mantle is sin. If you don't want no urn Stay the fuck out my biz.. Albert Knucklez Driver Owner/CEO Iconic Records Philadelphia LLC bloodyknucklez.net knucklezoftruth@gmail.com 302-203-7697
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Formula for Fog 02:29
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Where we gon go. What we gon do now. The whole world broken. We ain't got no glue out. Where we gon go. What we gon do now. All this ugly covid. Turn our backs on the tools, wow. Where we gon go. What we gon do now. Racist politicians Got us racing up but too loud. Where we gon go. What we gon do now. They took us out our space. Like Bezos kick the crew out. It's engrained in our brains All the pages wit the stains. But the dog ate ya homework And you late for the game. The bells ringing signs shaping We running down the halls. This an Air Raid no drills pal Slow it down or crawl. We emotional like babies Crying someone save me. Over words typed on media Distorted for your slavery. Your brain is what you feed it Wonder why we crazy. All the imagery we're seeing On a daily fuckin basis. Just walk away or face it Ain't no spaceships gonna save this. I take a blunt and face it Looking down at your faces. I blow a 100k on chains Give my neck a facelift. Blow a 100 K's in places That make you piss ya pants ya babies. Swipe away the pain Unplug from the Book. Unplug from the Gram Like ya crooks that I took. Clean the lenses and the frames Watch the books and then look. The informations in your face But the hooks for the books. Where we gon go. What we gon do now. The whole world broken. We ain't got no glue out. Where we gon go. What we gon do now. All this ugly covid. Turn our backs on the tools, wow. Where we gon go. What we gon do now. Racist politicians Got us racing up but too loud. Where we gon go. What we gon do now. They took us out our space. Like Bezos kick the crew out. Albert Knucklez Driver Owner/CEO Iconic Records Philadelphia LLC bloodyknucklez.net knucklezoftruth@gmail.com 302-203-7697
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Seven Days 03:29
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For seven days they eat For seven days they sneak For seven days they speak. then for seven days they bleed. For salmon steaks and sneaks I will really make em scream. Floppin like a fish In the middle of the street. Sit back and enjoy this. Watch me roam wit hammers While I'm hearing fuckin voices. I know what I said I hope it gets you noided. Til you peeking out the windows Like you geekin off the oil whip. Make em wide eyed Like they smokin on that Boy, shit. Flip a couple pies Hit the jeweler cop some Cloisters. They snap they fuckin necks When they hear the gears pop. The ratchet on deck Bout as high as the Lear got. Every whip I'm in We call a G Wagon. Glocks and gangsters, Got some grams up Brodie keep baggin. Fryin coke on hotplates Exercising liberties. I swear to God y'all not great I'm choppin dope on triple beams. Talk shit I bring the Charmin Show yo ass where the Whipple be. I bomb yo block like Tripoli If you owe me come and get wit me. I pump barbells til bars sell Serve fiends til the Bar sells. If I run low cash I'm duct taping up the cartels. I'm not the new Don Been in Gabbanas Rollin Porsches. Been twenty fuckin years Since I went hopping offa porches. Been shopping up in Nordstroms My clothes be feeling orphaned. I wear em all once And throw em out like my drawers ripped. For seven days they eat For seven days they sneak For seven days they speak. then for seven days they bleed. For salmon steaks and sneaks I will really make em scream. Floppin like a fish In the middle of the street. Making sure the drawers fit Morticians hearing noises. The doors slamming shut Wit bloody palm prints in the foyer. I am all ya nightmares Like something might have bitten me. My eyes be all red Fangs long bout to sink the teeth. Through the neck at once Every tooth move in synchrony. Bring all the tools out I'm the shooter brung the sink wit me. Dog I'm where the minks should be Saks 5th Ave links wit me. Chains on my chest You should come and link wit me. We can get the bread Bake the dough and the cake wit cream. We can sift the powders Every day like bakeries. I make the fiends sweat Every day like the baker's be. 3 a.m. they're up Ain't no sleep, got the K wit me. I give a hype spitta rest Like calisthenics mixed wit ketamine. Leave ya dentures on ya chest You quiet when my weapon speak. Seven days straight He bled like a menstrual stream. No resurrection day We took the head hands feet and teeth. For seven days they eat For seven days they sneak For seven days they speak. then for seven days they bleed. For salmon steaks and sneaks I will really make em scream. Floppin like a fish In the middle of the street. My music straight from Sicily I'm always where the missiles be. If you hear the whistles speak It's followed by epistles B... Albert Knucklez Driver Owner/CEO Iconic Records Philadelphia LLC bloodyknucklez.net knucklezoftruth@gmail.com 302-203-7697
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Man on Fire 02:05
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I burn all this shit down Turn all this shit down. Say goodnight to these rappers Like Badu spinnin round. Look real close know how I get down. I move around town Potato muzzle hand towels. I burn all this shit down Turn all this shit down. Leave a mint on his pillow Where his brains leaking out. I bring his camp big pounds Like Weider heaters outs. I teeter round the reaper what North Philly feed em. I burn all this shit down Turn all this shit down. I spit many different styles Like a blicka wit the rounds. Target practice down range All targets laying down. Wit a cartridge and hawk I'm just A coffin in the ground. I burn all this shit down Turn all this shit down. Feminized rappers Sounding like a child. Listen fuckin close At how I lay it out. I will smack you out ya clothes Don't care who the fuck around. I burn all this shit down Turn all this shit down. Zero Dark Thirty Burning out ya town. Accelerants no telling when The sparks'll set it off. I sprayed ether round while peeping out Where to set the charge. I burn all this shit down Turn all this shit down. Ask around K-Town Hit em flipping rounds. They looking like some ring girls Holding 15. We went the whole distance He stopped breathing after 3. I burn all this shit down Turn all this shit down. Make him turn a frown While burning down his house. Burning out his couch Burning out his mouth. Corpses turn to candles Wit fat in large amounts. I burn all this shit down Turn all this shit down. This grown man biz Tell these kids to sit down. Go stand in the corner Think about it now. I will beat ya bitch ass Like I wanna make a child.. Albert Knucklez Driver Owner/CEO Iconic Records Philadelphia LLC bloodyknucklez.net knucklezoftruth@gmail.com 302-203-7697
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Curtis Jackson 02:09
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I'm on my Curtis Jackson shit Fuck em all I don't need em Curtis Curtis Curtis shit. I'm on my 50 Cent shit Yell keep the change when I bleed em Curtis Curtis Curtis shit. Murder murder hits Flipping clips leaving kids. Murder murder Murder hits. I'm on my Curtis Jackson shit Fuck em all I don't need em. Curtis Curtis Curtis shit. When ya G-Unit is Gucci Wrapping Genovese. They be scheming do believe Clap you getting paid. Own friends come for tastes Tongue flicking like a snake. They smell the cash in the air What's around you they wanna take. But my pound be wanting cake Sweet ass bitches getting ate. It be growling like the cookie monster Biting at ya face. Got rich in the 90s Lost it all and bounced back. Got rich in 2000s Lost it all and bounced back. The theme them downfalls had Was putting trust in a bitch. Now they be runnin them lips That when the muscle come and kick. Muzzle gon flicker Then his muscles gon twitch. Laying braindead in the street Now his mother gon get it. I really loved different. While you was home sleep I was out clipping Like coupons signed by Blake Griffin. I'm the Chris Paul of trippin Hundred shots hundred sinking. Play the block like Battleship And never show forgiveness. I'm on my Curtis Jackson shit Fuck em all I don't need em Curtis Curtis Curtis shit. I'm on my 50 Cent shit Yell keep the change when I bleed em Curtis Curtis Curtis shit. Murder murder hits Flipping clips leaving kids. Murder murder Murder hits. I'm on my Curtis Jackson shit Fuck em all I don't need em. Curtis Curtis Curtis shit. Albert Knucklez Driver Owner/CEO Iconic Records Philadelphia LLC bloodyknucklez.net knucklezoftruth@gmail.com 302-203-7697

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The next step in #Knucklez Death Bed Experience begins on the river Styx

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released September 3, 2021

Album production by Boger (Eugen Boger)
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Knucklez Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Now understanding his younger ways errors he expresses his pain through the Mic in every facet.
After walking away from a 22 year career as a chef and walking away from the streets as one of it's few long term survivors. He has found himself in entertainment.
Knucklez learned that sometimes walking away is really just finding your way back to living
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