Yeah come on chumps, y'all ain't girl

We pretty, we hit hard, we takin' over the world!!



[Chorus]

Reminiesce, we takin' you back to your school days

Hand us the mic and we flip it fifty million ways

"They don't know"

Sloppy with your flows, you bore me at your shows

Whack clothes and pitiful karaoke demos

"They don't know"



[???]

Aight, you caught me stalkin', studios and stages

Chasin' the outrageous

Ecstatic sensations, I'm tragic trapped inside the pages

Of melodramtic rages to dark to mention

Over the fact most of these cats lack comprehension

In other words: They Don't Know

I see 'em cringin' when Spooks mediate

To penetrate the next dimension

Ming rhymin' and singin' it, Spooks climbin' and bringin' it

This black light'll swallow your shine from diamond ringin' it

How many times must I remind? The Spooks is killin' shit

We on some thrillin' shit, nothin' but hits on my disc

And I am witness to this, lyrical fitness and rip

You still don't know, so you'll be frantic as we hijack the planet



[Mr. Booka-T]

They Don't Know

We expose flows like no clothes and blow

Chest full a holes with (???)

I spit stormshadow and tomes that's reminiscent of monks

Blowin' up lungs with C4 laced in bones

You mentally tour my rhyme book is covered in thorns

"Some givin' a fuck" Some fuckin' hip hop like porn

Booka-T testin' mc, a dumb mc, I said who's the best mc

You said "Young MC"

Let me guess, you started rockin' hip hop in '88

"Naw naw man, it was like, it was like 19-" Nigga too late!

I'm smackin' up cats to back slap crack in my hand

Bitch blood bouncin' off of your dome and splatter yo