Let ’Em Know lyrics

[Intro: Too $hort]
T-tell, T-tell, tell me just what you know
T-tell, T-tell, tell me just what you know

[Verse 1: Opio]
You're irresponsible, no focus
I hope this advice grips
I ripped it to shreds, I bust heads with soundwaves and frequencies
Frequently, I'm freakin' the flows like hoes at Dancehall shows, rub-a-dub those
Shattering Glass Joes with decibels to break spectacles, you can't see me
You're feelin' queazy and uneasy
Steppin’ cautious because you're nauseous, I squashes emcees like I was Colossus
Flippin’ on Magneto, never metal without mind bending
Ending all existence, my rhymes are blending
n*ggas is up and liquifying, punks are crying
Crews are dying while the mack keeps shining
Gleaming, girls are screaming 'cause I'm arousing
My styles bring wack kids so hot, you lookin drowsy
And drained, refrain from being slain
By my slang, once again, I wreck brains

[Verse 2: Tajai]
Yo, sh*t occurs when I shift my words
I lift a Swisher to my kisser and get spliffed-a, I riff to be the Mista
The abyss, the widen 'cause I slide in like a titan
Mythical when I grip a full spliff, it will manipulate my brain in ways to plot on gain and raises
Tajai’s is the brand that keep it jam-packed, frankly, pretty damn phat
It's over me, I am enough to rip it flat and pass
The mic to me and see emcees sadden fast
You're ratty, match my tip, you pips
And Gladys Knight gets darkness is where I best scar kids
If ours gets bootlegged and sold in the market then mark this, them stands plan to be targets
And I'll stand grand and peace to Richmond and of course the Land
I'm lettin' ya know 'cause I can
[Hook: Tajai & Opio & Phesto & A-Plus]
Yeah, I'ma let ya know
Yeah, I'ma let ya know
Yeah, I let you know
Yo, I'm lettin' n*ggas know

[Verse 3: A-Plus]
I say that n*gga A, that n*gga A-K can make a n*gga day in a very special n*gga way
Breaking backs and fists as I smack and diss wackness 'cause they lack this phatness
In fact, it’s very booty indeed, prayin’ you will be freed from torture or I'll scorch ya with a torch-a
Gasoline, I smash your spleen, I'm quick to blast a fiend, you better jet if ya' ass is keen
Yeah, I got a master plan, I'm faster than Drastic Man like n*ggas who would who would blast a friend
I only blast wack rhymers, it's time to find ya' own flows
I throw spines and bones, you're ass, extremely ass
You see me pass the senior class, yo, and now I'm free at last
So let me bust a grill if I must, making blood spill and your eyes fill with pus when I bust

[Verse 4: Phesto]
Here I go again
Return of the Jedi, red-eye, use my lightsaber to take guys that pick my flavor
I pounce and trounce on emcees when I slay ya, remember the days you parleys 'em to the left
'Cause I get deafer than senior citizens with Alzheimer's and squash rhymers to vapor
Shatter at a forfeiture when I split 'cha, tore and ripped ya
My orator's quick to concoct a sicker flow so crawl back under your rock, get off my jock
I'm quicker than minute rice to split and slice
Rappers as I entrapped ya, slapped ya with my rapture on the down low
I trapped your brain and flips it, watch the maestro slice hoes, entice hoes as I rip sh*t, dip sh*t
You rap but keep your trap shut 'cause you lack what Phesto's inducing, I get mood swings!
[Hook: Tajai & Opio & Phesto & A-Plus]
Yeah, I'ma let ya know
Yeah, I'ma let ya know
Yeah, I let you know
Now y'all n*ggas know