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Think You Know Me

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Think You Know Me Lyrics

[Intro: Mazzini II]
(Uh huh, right)x4
Go!
I know you heard the name
M-A-Z-Z-I-N-I
(You think you know me? you think you know me?
You think you know me? well, now you're gonna see) x2

[Verse 1: Mazzini II]
These people think they know me, but they try to get the best of me
Scheming like they're plankton but they'll never get the recipe
I'm high up in the clouds trying to search for my dream
Thought it was white, but I see it all stacked up in green
These bitches say they love me, but they never wanna show me
Talking real big shots, but they've never heard of Kobe
I mean most of you try to talk like you know it
But maybe you can when shones quit shonin'
(wait, that's never gonna happen)
I disregard what I see, nothing in life is free
Frequently bitching about working hard is their key
You see I mean it, but what I really mean to say
Is that I mean I am the greatest that my city has ever seen
You see I run everything right through the middle
Call it "Hey diddle diddle Ray Rice up the middle"
They say my rhymes are different, they tend to create a riddle
But when she played my instrument I ain't talking 'bout my fiddle
We're just playing around like some kids in the park
In the dark I make her scream like my dick is sharp
Tendencies of honest honestly come from the heart
But when they put on a show
I ain't playin' a part, I ain't playin' a part, I ain't one you'll find playin' a muthafuckin' part
[Hook: Wanz]
(I'm gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm I'm I'm hunting, looking for a come up, this is fucking awesome)x2

[Verse 2: Mazzini II]
Whatcha know 'bout money not being a problem
Whatcha know 'bout having some bitches at a constant
I love it, I fucking love it, I'm doing what I love so fuck it
They can suck it, they can go and suck it
Better prepare for the worst, you can hope for the best
It ain't gonna change nothin', maybe change some of your stress
But when you hear me it's all gonna rush to your chest
Like "God damnit, why is this kid the fuckin' best?"
Keeping it real, really feeling a deal
You know these people always wanna have something to feel
Everytime I spit some rhymes you I do it for real
And I hate these fake motherfuckers so I'm only fucking with real
These other rappers don't overlook me like I'm the Nets
They know better because i'm beginnin' to pose a threat
One listen and you'll know I'll be somewhere soon
I was aimin' for the clouds but soon I'll be up on the moon
I'm really feelin' myself
My flow is so abusin' it's leavin' my witnesses with welts
Sometimes I'm talkin' shit, sometimes I'm talkin' it out
But no doubt, when they're talkin' to me, they're only talkin' about
Music, money, bitches, riches, fuck all of them critics
Spittin' while I'm livin' what I'm here to finish
[Hook]

[Bridge: Mazzini II]
(My work's commendable, flow so delectable
Beyond exceptional, got standards of professionals)x2

[Hook]

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