WHO TF IZ U (Remix) – Knox Hill Lyrics
Um, it's a white dude
Knox, somethin' Knox, he a white dude, but he rap
But I liked, uh, some of his breakdowns
Ring ring, who the fuck is that?
240, puttin' PG on the map
(Oh, oh, okay)
(Oh, oh, okay)
Yeah, ayy, what up Cole? (Oh, oh, okay)
I appreciate the shout-out man (Oh, oh, okay)
Nasty Knox (Oh, oh, okay)
Mixtape Mondays (Oh, oh, okay)
We've got another one for the drama
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
Sean Carter gave the blueprint, they took the rock, and broke it down
Leased the rights for minerals, found diamonds in the dopest sounds
Platinum from the underground, gold discovered under vowеls
Curated under streets, and troped until thеy broke the sound
Check the umlaut for mulah, yell, "Hurrah"
Dead presidents for veterans, man, hold the applause
The system is a prison, AR's holdin' the bars
Squeezin' streets until they're out of jewels, more juice for the cause
Had 'em screamin', "Gimme the loot", then they shoot through the Smalls
Each letter is a lead to dreams, they use you for art
Corporate greed has found that ketamine, they boostin' us all
All this clout is like amphetamine, they fed us with salt
Thirst engagement for a better lean has led us to fall
Rage placements and promethazine, I step through the morgue
Where all this violence in my pen and dreams has left me with cause
To raise this colt and aim and point to foes who question my horse
My race with me, myself and I, but the Devil's on course
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, what it been?
What's the biz, ho?
What it is, what it been?
What's the biz, ho?
What it is, what it been?
What's the biz, ho?
What it is, what it been?
What's the business, though?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
Let me share a story told 'round boardroom fires
A goose with golden feathers that they hoarded, tried to hide it
Each day, it gave another, they got more and more divided
Because they wanted more, they tried to corner the supplier
Trappin' with the birds, took the whole goose and took it home
Plucked out every feather, used the pressure in their crooked bones
Picked 'til there was nothin' left, then left the goose out in the cold
Then to tie up loose ends, they took the goose and cooked it whole
Lo and behold, the feathers that they stashed
All to boost their ledgers and go settle for the cash
Some would say it was the Devil, that goose never had a chance
In their greed, they had to meddle, they were sellin' out their ass
Started burnin' like their soul 'cause all the feathers turned to ash
Yeah, now peep how God maneuver
Let that be a lesson that goes deeper than the water cooler
Art is not a value from the streets that you play God, maneuver
Through the marginalized while you peep your margins, all consumin'
Route is to go root for users, you abuse the laws to boost it
Pain is not for sale, and you are not prescribers
Trauma isn't product, and you are not survivors
Let me check the files, I know what you hidin'
Ayy, there it is
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Who the fuck is you? Said who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you? Said who the fuck is you?
I want names, I want cues, get in queue
'Bout who really pulls the strings and makes 'em tell it on the news
Who's the one behind the message that they sellin' to the youth?
Man up, man down, they gon' cut it from the truth
I got gems, I got stems, I got somethin' that go boom
They demented for the mentions, my dimension's to the moon
Who the fuck is you? Said who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you? Said who the-
Ah-choo, I got sickness, all these wiccans in my view
Check the script on my prescriptions, they got scriptures that they use
If they want it, then come get it, bitch, I'm back up on my voodoo
Stick up with the pen and number two, too, boom, boom
They want drama, I go Hulu, I do hoo-doo
Sinners in the booth, hmm, I got screws loose
I got tools, too, Michael Jordan, on my bull-shoot
I got…oops, call it more than hoops
Stay up in your lane before they steal it for the deuce
I got sickness in my brain, I got one too many loops
Some will profit off the pain, who's to blame when you got goose?
Yeah, pour it out and let 'em judge
Call me for the bars, just don't call me for the buzz
If you want my battle scars, I can show you on these cuts
Who the fuck is you? Said who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you? Said who the fuck is you?
I want names, I want cues, get in queue
'Bout who really pulls the strings and makes 'em tell it on the news
Who's the one behind the message that they sellin' to the youth?
Man up, man down, they gon' cut it from the truth
Who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
I want names, I want cues, get in queue
Knox
WHO TF IZ U (Remix) — Knox Hill, do álbum Mixtape Mondays; compositor Knox Hill. Lançamento: July 6, 2026.
