Kwite Def ft. E Depp - “Mocknecks”
[Emcee(s): E Depp and Kwite Def]
[Producer(s): X-Ray Da Mindbenda]

[Hook: E Depp (of Dirt Nation)]
You don’t know nothing
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
And [?] (You don’t know nothing)
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
And [?]. You don’t know nothing
(You don’t know nothing. You don’t know nothing)

[Verse 1: E Depp (of Dirt Nation)]
Like
Drips on the lips, I ips on these strips. Fuck
Dicks in a diner—I want queens from Ghana
Jet-black Niners that protect my reminder
In case your honor try to get designer
Like [?] I’ll be met with this. No
Instructions were sent with this. Not even a
Goddess can creep up, deny this my strength like Titus
N***a, don’t ask me why. This shit the omega
‘Cause I open all night like bodega
Game like Sega, rips on the regu’
Arm to a leg-ah, leg-ah to the arm
Rough like a bag of traum—uh uh, clear
My throat. Catch my goat. We be hiding sheeps
In coat. N***a, you get smoked like a ham
But you know I don’t fuck with the swine. Nothing but
The beef in my rhyme, never drop dimes
[Hook: E Depp (of Dirt Nation)]
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
And [?] (You don’t know nothing). You don’t know nothing
You don’t know nothing
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
And [?] (You don’t know nothing). You don’t know nothing (You don’t know nothing)
You don’t know nothing
You don’t know nothing
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
And [?]

[Verse 2: Kwite Def (of Dirt Nation)]
We’re rulers, we’re schoolers. Each and every
Night, door knocks, you’re foolish, two lips
Talking with some large yapper tongue
Caged in, now you swung. Look what your chick brung:
Treats for all and goodies. You saw the sign
No jeans, no kicks, no hoodies
Fuck that! ‘Cause that’s how we roll
You don’t understand, you’ll find your left eye swole
I’ll burn ‘em whole [?] and
Electrify a hundred percent, the Ben Franklin
We break off limbs on horses to wins
I’m spitting out phlegm to all of them, those who wanna
Talk but don’t follow through. Yeah, I could be
Sweet, motherfuck, yeah, sour too
Talking out the side of your mouth, I’ll take you out
I seen the whole shit, I took the whole route, no doubt
But still kept focus
Make the livest n***as take notice, and all my peoples
Know this, spark up the next L
Then write, the whole clique rock well. That’s it
[Hook: E Depp (of Dirt Nation)]
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
And [?] (You don’t know nothing). You don’t know nothing
(You don’t know nothing). You don’t know nothing
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
And [?] (You don’t know nothing). You don’t know nothing
You don’t know nothing
You don’t know nothing
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
And [?] (You don’t know nothing). You don’t know nothing
You don’t know nothing
You don’t know nothing
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
And [?] (You don’t know nothing). You don’t know nothing
You don’t know nothing
You don’t know nothing
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
And [?] (You don’t know nothing). You don’t know nothing
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
And [?] (You don’t know nothing). You don’t know nothing
You don’t know nothing
You don’t know nothing, you don’t know nothing
You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
And [?]