
You’ll Never Know RZA (Ft. Cilvaringz)
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[Intro: RZA]
One-two, one-two
Mic check, one-two, one-two (You don't know, that I really love you)
Yo, yo, You'll Never Know
Check me out (You don't know, that I really love you)
Yo, yo, yo
[RZA]
I love you like how birds love rose petals, Killarmy love full metal
I love you like how the Park Hill cats love to pull metal
The heat will make ya head whistle loud like a full kettle
I come like the Meccan civilizin ya Roman Greco
Chicago Bull bandana, I keep police scanners from fishes
That try to splash me out like Daryl Hannah
And blow my spot, no, I'm not the polka-dot
I tote weight, sip Scotch, bust shots, smoke a lot
My cousin Billy, yeah dun is silly, used to joke a lot
Chased bitches, cut class, got high and stayed broke a lot
So when the rent was due, D would grab the identical
Twin gats and put a fuckin hole in your right ventricle
Not sober yet, don't pose a threat, yo I hold a Tec
Soda jet pack on my back blast like Boba Fett
While you bickerin, this flame is still flickerin
And the magnetic attraction to my wisdom keeps you listenin
[Interlude: Cilvaringz]
Yo, yo
Choco bang that shit!
Yeah, yeah (You don't know, that I really love you)
Killa Beez, European
Yo, yo, shut up!
One-two, one-two
Mic check, one-two, one-two (You don't know, that I really love you)
Yo, yo, You'll Never Know
Check me out (You don't know, that I really love you)
Yo, yo, yo
[RZA]
I love you like how birds love rose petals, Killarmy love full metal
I love you like how the Park Hill cats love to pull metal
The heat will make ya head whistle loud like a full kettle
I come like the Meccan civilizin ya Roman Greco
Chicago Bull bandana, I keep police scanners from fishes
That try to splash me out like Daryl Hannah
And blow my spot, no, I'm not the polka-dot
I tote weight, sip Scotch, bust shots, smoke a lot
My cousin Billy, yeah dun is silly, used to joke a lot
Chased bitches, cut class, got high and stayed broke a lot
So when the rent was due, D would grab the identical
Twin gats and put a fuckin hole in your right ventricle
Not sober yet, don't pose a threat, yo I hold a Tec
Soda jet pack on my back blast like Boba Fett
While you bickerin, this flame is still flickerin
And the magnetic attraction to my wisdom keeps you listenin
[Interlude: Cilvaringz]
Yo, yo
Choco bang that shit!
Yeah, yeah (You don't know, that I really love you)
Killa Beez, European
Yo, yo, shut up!
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