Hosted By The @LAB. #SaintVsKnowledgeLAB Saint Lyrics ------------Round 1-------------- You Aint Really Rolling, Or Banging A Set/ Naw You Sound Really Homeless, An Stay In A Tent/ Or When A Philly Smoking, You Say That It's Lit/ But Really Tho, Running Late Was A Trick/ To Buy Some Time, Or He Really Hoped Id Get Bored An Maybe Just Dip/ No Call Ledge, Yo Raw Edge, Break At The Tip/ Expected Me To Go For Shock Value, an Aim This At Nip/ Call My Gun A NecroPhiliac, How It Bang In The Cript/ I Keep a 9 Tucked, Like a Big Ol Tranny, Pause/ No Benzos But I Spit Whole Zannies/ Make Him Chew A Couple Rounds, Like Some Mentos candy/ Cuz You Whould Think He Ate A Bunch Of nails, The Way His Shit so tacky/ You Want To Get Yo Ass Beat, Then Send Yo Addy/ I'll Be Pulling Up, Like My Gym Clothes Baggy/ You Better Get Low An tip toe past me/ I'll Break His Shit, No Burgos But Ill Leave His Chin Swole Badly/ Think Witches Nose, How His Shits So Nasty/ He Claim To Have Smoke, But He Barley Light Up, Hes A Flip Phone Back screen/ You Would Think Im Tapitio, How Im Giving Him Gas Yo/ Just A Couple Drops Wills Have Him Shitting His Pants/ Hes Not Red Hot, Cuz To Be Frank, Hes Watered Down An Just Isn't Tobasco/ Got a Drum On The Stick, Fucking Big As A Bass Boat/ Put A Piece To This Square, An Let Him Hold 200, But It Isnt To Pass Go/ If You Land On St James Place, Well That's Considered A Bad Roll/ You Cant Pay The Tax, Then Your Getting Your Cash Stole/ I'll Click It Back An Let You Get All That It Hasbro/ Cuz You Done Missed Your Chance, So Your Either Your Going In A Box/ Or Im Walking Out With A Bag, Doing The Monopoly Man Pose/ He Tried To Reach an Punch God, But Every Shot Was A Long Stretch/ It Was Like Devine Intervention, The Way He Got Dropped By Gods Hands/ I'll Make This Dude Knowledge, Bite The Curb, Then Stomp Next/ No I Dont Think Yall Heard That, I Said/ I'll Make Dude, Naw Ledge, Bite, Then Curb Stomp Necks/ Told This Gutter mouth He should Talk Less, Now This American Hisitory, But Its Not X/ No Blog Shit/ But I'm Bout To Drop Knowledge On The Web, Like I Authored A Op-Ed/ Bro You Dont Want To Get In A Brawl, Your Softer As Your Mom Hands/ Cmon Man, You Aint Stopping A Top Vet, Not Yet/ Hell Think Easter Island, The Way I Bury Bodies an Rock Heads/ He Thinks He Can Stand The Test Of Time, Well I Bet He Won't/ Watch Him Weather Away, As The Sand Erodes/ Cuz 2000 Years From Now, They'll Be Finding Knowledge In A Cave Somewhere, Dead Sea Scrolls/ --------Round 2-------- This Fagget Lying, Claim To Hang With Killers/ But When Shit Pop Off, He Starts Giving Names an Playing Victim/ Think Jessie Smullet, How Hes Getting These Bars For Trying To Stagei A Whipping/ Suns Light, Think A Prism, I'll Rain Bows On This Fruit, Untill Hes Tasting Skittles/ Dog, When I Hear Your Voice I Think, Way Too Gentle/ It's Like His Blade Is Brittle, Cuz He Can Never Make The Cut/ But I Was Made For Beef, Like Steak Utensils/ I Got Knowledge In My Hand, But Aint A Kindle/ Pull Up On Your Squad An Sit At The Table With Them/ An Start Throwing Hands, Like Im In Vegas Dealing/ I Play To Win, High Stakes The Limits/ But Hes Two Faced An Timid, So Every Game Hes Splitting/ May Raise A Fist To Train This Pit To Pay Attention/ Say His Name An Whistle, An If This Bitch, Doesnt Want Stay, I Hit Them/ Plus I'm Generous With The Hand Outs, You Would Think I'm Liberal/ Because Im Well, Fair, Cuz Any Body Can Get It, Like Basic Income/ You Would Have To Be An Amazing Chemist/ To Be Able To Walk In To The Lab An Get Away With Fake Forensics/ Cuz This Is No Place For Bitchs, Think Dexters Room/ Im Surprised Dity Even Let You Make An Entrance/ You'll Get Served Over The Net, Like A Game Of Tennis/ Cuz You Just A Meek Meal, That Will Get Baked In Minutes/ Then Ate Back To Back, Like Plates On Christmas/ I'm Here To Give The Crowd What They Came To Witness/ This Will Only Take A Minute, So Please Pay Attention/ As You Watch Me Put This Bitch, In A Box, Like A Stage Magician/ To Put It Plain An Simple, Well Your Just Too Plain An Simple/ He Dont Write Dope Punches, Just A Bunch Of Basic Riddles/ If He Ever Had Bars, He Was Only Taking Benzos/ Dog Your Such A Bitch, You Wouldn't Gear Up, To Change Spindle/ But Me, I Turn Big Bodies To Prey, Vedic Temple/ Wait Vedic, Hindus, Pray To Big Dudes/ Yeah His Message Got Lost, An Now Knowledge Is History, Ancient Wisdom/ --------Round 3--------- I Said Knowledge Machiavelli, Is About To Meet His Doom/ You Say You Got Bars, Well We Gone Have To See Some Proof/ Cuz That Fake Tough Act, Dont Change The Fact, Your Past It Seems Is Squewed/ No Accuracy Is Used, Thats Why Hed Feel Lost If He Had To Speak The Truth/ Hes Actually Confused Just Be Rambling At Loose/ I Dont Think Yall Caught That, I Said Philosophy, Confucius, Thats How You Land A Reach Or Two/ No Socrates But Im Bout To Greese This Dude/ Cuz I Came To Put Knowledge, In The Books, Like Classic Eastern Views/ Hes Just A Bratty Teen Thats Rude/ Too Lazy To Learn Shit, So He Rather Sleep In Shcool/ He Yearned To Be Accepted, By His Class An Seen As Cool/ But Thats What People Do, When You Have A Dad Thats Always Mad N Dont Half Believe In You/ This Bastard Heathern Ass Get Beat So Bad Till He Is Bruised/ Hes Mad Persistent To Clash With Christians tho, Must Be A Cabalistic Jew/ He Wasnt Able To Punch God, So He Walked Away A Falling Angel, Like He Cracked His Wing In Two/ Plus His Catholic Middle School Gave Him Bad Religious Views/ You Must Be Trying To Get Us Back, For What Those Pastors Did To You/ Hes A Half A Bitch Thats Sacrilegious, Just A Baphomet With Boobs/ But After This Is Thru, He'll Need A Casket An A Tomb/ Think Apparition, Cuz This A Light Body, Im just Caspering This Dude/ In His Last Battle, He Said He Could Hot Box With God, But Left There Choking/ Well This Session Been Set In Motion, Now He's Getting Smoked, Till The Very End, Like A Set Of Roach Clips/ You Better Hope That I Never Show, Like A Hand In Poker/ Cuz Ill Land Straight An Fold Him/ If He Dont Want To Throw Hands, I'll Make Him Texas Hold Em/ Plus If He Get Impulsive An Let Emotions Effect His Focus/ Then Ill Blow The Whistle, An Have Knowledge Leaking Everywhere, Edword Snowden/