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The Alchemist - Knock It Off Lyrics

[Intro: Roc Marciano]
Pimpstead
Knock it off (Always listen to these dusty-ass niggas)
Knock it off (We got hard knocks)
Knock it off
Yeah, knock it off (Shit's disgusting)
Yo (Yo)
Yo (Yo)

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Exploded on the scene like soda mixed with codeine
Up in the Rover, lean, promethazine, I’m a dope fiend
The pole come with the beam, more ninas than Gino Green
D&G jeans, I got the genius gene (Uh)
Fuck you mean? My pinky ring a bean, squeeze the machine
All you see is pee and Twinkie creams
Alexander McQueen minks for the queen
Rich cuisinеs linked to king's disease
Can't just livе to drink and eat with greed
The team agreed to keep the light green
’Til I put blood on your clean tee and then cut your cheek to the white meat
I'm too nice to critique, you should keep quiet like mice feet
Or thief in the night tryna sneak ice in the heist, type dude still accuse out the ice tea
I peep with my left eye while you creep (While you creep)
While you creep, thought I feel asleep
Patek Philippe rain hella sleet
Niggas jealous of me, even Hellen Keller could see
With every freak I met, we had chemistry, I had the skeleton key
Stepped on the ki', did the Pepper Seed
Bitches get vetted by the pedigree
All my legacy sniffing ketamine
That's a pet peeve
Enough with the pleasantries (Enough)
Marci
[Interlude: Roc Marciano]
I'm the new best look
I'm the most watched, I'm the most anticipated
I'm the most hated on, the most talked about (Knock it off)
I look better, I, I, I just feel better, taste better than you niggas (Stead, knock it off, Stead)
It, it don’t really matter (Stead, Stead)
Let me see me real quick, let me see what I look like on this

[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
My aesthetic, you could sell it, it’s a sex pellet (Sells)
How you get the look, devilish but angelic?
With my ancestors in Heaven when I made man in my image
But all niggas ain't handsome, just to be fair to the women (Uh)
Up here where the air is thinner, ain’t no weird niggas
Or square bitches here to irritate my spirit
I'm busy creating pyramids
To be frank, your lyrics is mid, forgive me for being insensitive
A life of mediocrity is not for me
If I wasn't top seed, I'd probably be chopping a ki’
Three hundred boxes of Oxy', debauchery
With two bottle freaks in the Moxy, I'm on a knocking spree
Can't knock the hustle (Uh)
Still gotta learn to shuffle even if you knock-kneed
I'm from the school of hard knocks where you get knocked off your feet
Capisci?
[Outro: Roc Marciano]
Beauty is daunting, it scares people (Knock it off, knock it off)
They're terrified of buying art, for example, because the taste is on display (Knock it off)
And they should be terrified because, generally, people have terrible taste (Knock it off)