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Hat Trick

by Knucklez

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It's been a wild year right....
Pandemics..
Police shooting mfkz.
Finding out who's really wit you and who isn't.



Who gon keep they mouth shut
Who'll end up snitchin.
I pull then it's pow plus
Smoke fill ya kitchen.
I creep up in ya crib
Pay yo ass a visit.
You think it's just this
But my music plays my living.

I don't need no metaphors
Bout ballin whipping coke sales.
My metal forged the weapon bore
Blow out like some boat sails.
My jewelry and my chords
Keep em stepping on my coat tails.
You ain't running shit
Like constipation after dope sales.

Wanna step to this
Can't even get the size right.
I'm a 13 you in kids
Size 9s and they tied tight.
You looking at the Pied Piper
Take ya pies fire lighter.
Explosion in ya home
I'm back at mine 5 lighter.

Peel off the grips
Melt em down like that coke oil.
Take the steel and all the prints
Dump in ocean by the boat full.
I'm the dope lord Jean Jehan
Scope scores gargle guns.
Put 9 in ya mouth
Like coke whores bargain buns.


He was typing tough
Then I'm seen on his block.
We can knuckle up
Blaze heaters he run.
He said he wanted shine
So I gave him the sun.
Out the barrel came the fire
Radiation it's done.

I made him my son
One Google it's done.
My name stove pipe hot
They ain't name him just once.
The fuck you doin son
Go lay in ya room.
Think about why you losing
Can't give em a run.

These rappers talk tough
But they don't really live that.
I'll bring you coffins cuz
I know where you live at.
I blow a Bentley out in weed smoke
Dumping heavy then I reload.
Ain't no Balmain
Just techies and a peacoat.

You steady blowing thee smoke
Up a ass and please know.
We see all ya moves
Them fumbles you can keep those.
I bring the burners out
Depress the button then I heat toast.
You learned ya lesson yet
Or you gonna need a re flow.


He got turned wit the barrel
Burned his chest.
He ain't do shit
But turn die step.
I learn I step
Got work don't rest.
Gotta get that green
So I burn my best.

Hit him wit the stick
3 times that's a Hat Trick.
I ain't gon stop
Til I hear nothing but the gat click.
Always been my goal
To go and get the package.
I'ma go hard
Til I get clapped or the rapture.


He was typing tough
Then I'm seen on his block.
We can knuckle up
Blaze heaters he run.
He said he wanted shine
So I gave him the sun.
Out the barrel came the fire
Radiation it's done.

I made him my son
One Google it's done.
My name stove pipe hot
They ain't name him just once.
The fuck you doin son
Go lay in ya room.
Think about why you losing
Can't give em a run.


Albert Knucklez Driver
Owner/CEO
Iconic Records Philadelphia LLC
bloodyknucklez.net
knucklezoftruth@gmail.com
302-203-7697

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released May 26, 2021

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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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