Knytro — Still Standing lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "Still Standing" by Knytro.

Lyrics

I’m on Neptune, Planet Noreaga
Ain’t what you call a Vader, I’m more MF DOOM
A fuckin' Schwarzenegger, straight out the test tube
Demolition man, Kanye like dat Wes' dude
Snipe a Kardash and bang Amber in the rest room
Toke the Wiz Khalif, like I’m the next Snoop
Smoke that lethal leaf, that lethal weapon too
A Danny Glover stunner, Mel has left the room
So follow all the signs and never cover your eyes
Cause in this alien’s mind, a predator resides
Merking them like, Boy Better Know I’m hurting 'em
You lack intelligence, yo that’s something I don’t like
Must be the JME in me, still unsigned
My immortal technique piss off the one time
So check the terminology if you can follow me
Then watch how it go down, you tweeters online?
Standing ovation, put your hands together for the occasion
The poetry’s back, I throw it in your face son
Remember where you came from, uh, the school of hard knocks
Has to be sick as the mastered melody
My nigga, we da last ones left
Uh, I sell water to a well (no doubt)
I am a Black Star, Gangstarr, the Mos Def
A Talib, a Rakim, a Terror Squad, I beg ya Pun pardon
A Common, a Raekwon starving
Jay Z to AZ from A to Z, Kidd n Play the scene like Lauryn
Sugar Hill Gang wheres my Lil' Kim
Biggie Smalls on 'em, eight ball in my Jordans
Jeeze he’s appalling, a Nas in the garden
I’m Mystikal, a WalE, all day, flipping through a literal collage of this
lyrical always
Been a Scarface, my life’s similar to Kanye’s
RZA to GZA man, this Method more then sorta great
A Whodini with killer records, I’m a Ghostface
An Outkast, Grandmaster Flash after class
I be in the hallways from Eminem to Aftermath
Cause I’m a Big Daddy Kane, a Pharoahe Monch
De La, Soul I’ll be on my get 'em go getta
I’ma Roots Manuva, a Public Enemy commender
Naughty By Nature as I fortify the flava
45 pages later, I’m a Jean Grae or greater
A H.N.I.C., a prodigy so follow me, an Eric B
My thoughts legendary, like Kool Keith or Dr. Octagon living through me
A W.T., Clan, no excuses for me
AYo he got a heavy hand he’s a Heavy D
So please stand up