U Don't Know

[Verse 1: Jon Connor] My thought process probably to much to process Toxic when I spit that hot-shit They gossip when they hear me drop shit Problem is god sent Jon to bring the conscious to all this nonsense Street smart and my knowledge is a master degree in college I've seen them drop out, every punchline is a knockout My bars will raise the dead, my next show I'm gonna bring Biggie and Pac out The flow will choke rappers up, like when Mankind bring that sock out And I don't give a fuck running in a cops house with my cock out Around here we let them hoes fight, and be hoping a titty pop out I'm a savage, my throne is in the kingdom of the madness The people are drawn to me Can you imagine a magnet the size of a skyscraper I be killing every verse, drive them off in a hearse, put them in the dirt Now they close to mama nature, I bet your mama hates you Son of a bitch, spitting dope, its numbing my lips, while the people loving my shit Sav told me "put out a hit", its like he put out a hit Dump a clip from killing MCs, every since I ain't never missed, look Mo Cleaves, I think I got them convinced I spit a rap out, then they tap out, watch me make them submit My bars hard as fuck, its like they made of cement Niggas fall off, the cars and broads is enough to make them content, but not me I need a monopoly on the game that had me shopping in Paris While the paparazzi watch me, watch me Like the lookout before you rappers get took out They can't read me, they waiting for me to put a book out I eat beats, I'm inviting you to the cookout I'm from if a nigga grill you, he's here to kill you On the road to success, and the bullshits in my rear view The flow is god's gift, you listening to a miracle The reason I dominate, is because I don't find time to hate To the niggas that do, they need to hide they face and hibernate This is a warning to anybody who's still snoring I'm the worst nightmare, that will still be there in the morning, Connor