Artist: The 49ers Album: State of the Art Song: Fort Knocks Typed by: OliverLang55@yahoo.com Jas Mace Competition gets defeated when I grab the mic and beat it Calling Jesus take a seat like a paraplegic You won't stand up put ya hand up to acknowledged I rob 'um and roll up extra strength on you dickheads like condoms Spot 'um standing there trying to be cute But I'm gonna fuck up his whole shit like error 141 reboot Get the lute and drop the phat rhymes Always on time like sympty, simply don't tempt me Or find your fucking ass clutching crutches Drew got the dutches The Outfit, we bring the ruckus Get cracked like a bass head, instead I'll turn your mugg red like Kool-Aid I be the storm that rains on your parade The masquerade is through, run for your crew and let's recite I flip more words than Vanna White because me and mic are tight Let's get it right, one thing I'm not is a hater player But if you bring it to my face Jas Mace won't hesitate to slay ya I be the, tri-state terror I'll split your wig like a part and then depart with your heart Back to the 49 where we write the rhymes that be hittin' Getting rid of flappin' turning rappers into born again Christians Wishing that you could be me But you better study ophthalmology before you try seeing me Hook The fort knocks, for blocks and blocks it don't stop A yo, it rocks and rocks and rocks The 49 is the fort that got the suckers coming short We get busy on the track and let 'um know where it's at Marchitect Who's next to flex and grab the mic to wreck In full effect you guessed one of 49's best Check one, check two like a compulsive shopper Hang with the fattest show rockers and the tightest rhyme droppers I can never slack on a track that's anti-wack You're a sap, you're girl got you coming out the pocket like a quarterback That's ain't my style, my style is the purest Flip the script and make the hits pull files like a manicurist Plus say riot and I'm in it, pro-black Grab a 45 and cause 33 revolutions per minute Hold records like a crate and static like dusty needles But that was yesterday now I let it be like The Beatles Anyone can make a sucker run from a gat But I can grab a mic and make a brother run from my raps You'll be analyzing and memorizing what you hear You'll need a Q-tip to get the remnants of my wax out your ear A rap ruler dropping 12 inches it's a cinch kid Easy to flip it and get you open like hinges Syringes could never be sharper on the track I take my time like a watch thief and make you move your back In fact, I'm busting raps that have the fans scoping So wear a helmet, cause when I catch wreck I'm getting heads open Design my own rhymes would have it no other way I do my own thing and ignore what others say You walk around the town with a posse that fronts I didn't even curse ones still made you look like a dunce Marchitect and Jas Mace makes sucker crews panic Run frantic or get swallowed up like Atlantis