Common Knowledge - Asher Roth

They say that if it works, don’t fix it

Go against the law, might get a bit risky

No offense to y’all, but I feel a bit gifted

So I think my odds are about 50/50, crispy

O.K.

Corral, we about to put it down

Take 10 and turn around, go and pull your pistols out

But what is this about, all these grenades and handguns

Magnús Ver Magnússon, strong set of hands, son

Tall, dark, handsome, holding y’all for ransom

Strong arm Lance so scared that he can’t run

'Cause when a man comes face to face with his fears

He gets weird, he can’t hear, he can’t see things clear

I be sincere, yes dear, guests here

Press gear, dress queers, fresh in my neck beard

Next year, net year, jet Leer, get near

Top tier, drop tears, no way not here

'Cause there’s no crying in baseball, and that’s that

«There'll always be a case called when Ash rap

Bars will take your face off, no cat scratch

Go ahead, ask Wreck racks on racks, yea that

For a pat on the back after I black

Tackle and straddle a calf without impactin' my breath

Climb the ladder of success, skipping and missing a step

New edition of spittin', you should’ve listened to Flex, it’s like

I try to tell them but they don’t know

I try to tell them but they don’t know

I try to tell them but they don’t know, oh, no

I try to tell them but they don’t know

I try to tell them but they don’t know

I try to tell them but they don’t know, oh, no

Slick Dickies, no one can stick with me

Spit it out quick, as soon as the shit hits me

Kill swiftly, been ill since Stick Stickley

Double dip dibs, I dibble and bust quickies

Nifty little shit, I do it while dressed thrifty

Pricks just stiff, my stick is so shifty, sick

Fred McGriff with the hits coming lefty

Used to be for free, now the seats never empty

It’s elementary, yeah I heard it in assembly

Principal was telling me I’d better go ahead and read

Never be a better me, better off dead or me

Not really a better, but I’m betting that I’ll better be

Better with the rhetoric, set it up and let it rip

Aw better forget it man, kid’s a fucking lunatic

Looney Toon, lunar eclipse

Every blue moon, might see a few shooting strips

I try to tell them but they don’t know

I try to tell them but they don’t know

I try to tell them but they don’t know, oh, no

I try to tell them but they don’t know

I try to tell them but they don’t know

I try to tell them but they don’t know, oh, no