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NOBODY KNOWS Video (MV)




Performed By: Caesar
Language: English
Length: 2:01
Written by: Caesar The Martyr




Caesar - NOBODY KNOWS Lyrics
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Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah
I don't have a clue, I have a hunch
I don't have a few, bitch I got a bunch
It's a hit and run, I get lit for fun
I piss, punch, spit quick, then done
It's the sour venom, devouring denim
Phenomenal threading, genetic phenom
Intrinsic instincts, increase disorder
Raising hell for police and these reporters uh
Non conformist, rage was dormant, now I'm gone release a torrent
A swarming of storms converting norms like a mormon
I'm morphing, forming, sound distorting like A VHS
I'm wreaking havoc god dammit, yes you should be impressed
Jump the fence break through the blockade
This is not a protest it's a death parade
I must confess I'm a bit deranged
I'm very hell bent on increasing my domain uh
Psychedelic pumping, this track a trunk thumping
Tryna sell something but my soul sell for nothing
It's a buyers market, little liars are the target
Take a pair of pliers, flare of fires into darkness
He's the sharpest, hardest, sickest artist to date
He be arguing with devils, laying traps with the bait
They think he can be corrupted, knee bent to their will
Until they see my backbone is constructed with steel
Demons hang around me, I keep cameras just to capture em
Glaring in the mirror pretend my teeth are platinum uh
Tryna stack these dividends from 96 til infinite
My flow is on a roll, so you know my soul is mischievous uh
Yeah yeah, said uh
Yeah yeah, aye uh
Yeah yeah, uh nobody know like
Nobody nobody know, like
Nobody nobody oh
Nobody nobody know, like
Nobody nobody know, aye
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Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah
I don't have a clue, I have a hunch
I don't have a few, bitch I got a bunch
It's a hit and run, I get lit for fun
I piss, punch, spit quick, then done
It's the sour venom, devouring denim
Phenomenal threading, genetic phenom
Intrinsic instincts, increase disorder
Raising hell for police and these reporters uh
Non conformist, rage was dormant, now I'm gone release a torrent
A swarming of storms converting norms like a mormon
I'm morphing, forming, sound distorting like A VHS
I'm wreaking havoc god dammit, yes you should be impressed
Jump the fence break through the blockade
This is not a protest it's a death parade
I must confess I'm a bit deranged
I'm very hell bent on increasing my domain uh
Psychedelic pumping, this track a trunk thumping
Tryna sell something but my soul sell for nothing
It's a buyers market, little liars are the target
Take a pair of pliers, flare of fires into darkness
He's the sharpest, hardest, sickest artist to date
He be arguing with devils, laying traps with the bait
They think he can be corrupted, knee bent to their will
Until they see my backbone is constructed with steel
Demons hang around me, I keep cameras just to capture em
Glaring in the mirror pretend my teeth are platinum uh
Tryna stack these dividends from 96 til infinite
My flow is on a roll, so you know my soul is mischievous uh
Yeah yeah, said uh
Yeah yeah, aye uh
Yeah yeah, uh nobody know like
Nobody nobody know, like
Nobody nobody oh
Nobody nobody know, like
Nobody nobody know, aye
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Writer: Caesar The Martyr
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