Let It Knock - Thi'sl, Derek Minor

Mic' check one, two

Can y’all hear me out there

Let’s go

Let’s get it popping, I’m all in

I been in the kitchen whipping, where y’all been?

Been sitting back from a distance, watched the world spin

Now it’s time for me to open up and chime in

I hear ‘em talk, they say they grind

I see they movement, I say they lyin'

They say it’s dark, I say let’s shine

Look at my watch, it said it’s time

They say I’m crazy, I lost my mind

I say they right, now fall in line

They tried to leave me dead out on the block

But I’m here and I’m now ‘bout to turn this thang up and let it knock

They hear it comin', let it knock (x5)

They hear it comin'

Let your windows down and turn it up until it pop

Just let it knock!

I don’t think you really know what we came up in here to do (x4)

Was on the edge, out my mind

Every day chasin' dollar signs

Hustle hustle, that’s all I knew

But I’m from Hustle City, that’s what we do

I should be in the pen like Larry Hoover

For flippin' work, bangin' Rugers

13, I was a shooter

But Jesus saved my life, hallelujah

This for my derrties and all my dawgs

That’s in the pen never comin' home

Watch close ‘cause the race is on

Flame told me black out on ‘em go off in the zone

‘Cause I hear ‘em talk but they ain’t sayin' nothin'

The radio be on but they ain’t playin' nothin'

That’s why we had to take this to the block

Told ‘em crank it till it pop, go’n and crank that thang up and let it knock

You say you hard, I suggest you stop

I’m guessin' it must be Legos if you on the block

See it’s all good till somebody gets shot

Then we find out invincible is something you not

Turn on my radio, why did I hit you with gin in the middle of danger?

Then everything change when the chopper get to pop-pop-poppin' kinda like a

drum major

BLOW!

BULLET!

BLA-BLA-BLOW!

That ain’t no sound that you hear

It’s the sound of a life with destruction that come to an end, that should be

something you fear

That’s why I rep the Lord, his power turns us into soldiers

The city streets will wreck your life, bulldozers

I introduce you to the Christ boy if you don’t know him

Stay on my grind kinda like coffee, Folgers

It’s a shame that we die for fame and then the life we lived amount to nothin'

Christ is gain down for his name, best believe that I stand for somethin'

I fight to know him whether it’s cool or not

And if you feel the same turn the music up and let it knock

Let your windows down and turn it up until it pop, just let it knock!