just write about what you know
so what do you know?
i don't know nothing
oh, what do you know
know about nothing?
just write about what
write about what you know

the next song i drop will be an instrumental
it's non stop and it's driving me mental
walking to the shops or driving in my benz all
the time i write rhymes i don't need a pencil
or a pad
i've got it all up here
and i've had
it almost up to here
but when i look back
over my year
i can see at least i wrote some good rhymes though
yo
sitting on the khazi it doesn't stop there
i'll be rappin' in my head, man, i'm rappin' everywhere
rappin' in my bedroom
tappin' on my leg to
the rhythm
got so many flows i don't know what to do with them
i'm in over my head
laying awake writing raps in my bed
i've got old lyrics doing laps in my head
man, i've gotta get them done so i can crack on with the next
i wrestle a track to the floor
then pin it
and ride around on it's back until it
kicks me off
lay it down and spin it
a hundred thousand times or more then bin it
if it ticks me off
this is quality control at it's limit
any more stringent
you wouldn't of heard a minute of
hedluv and passman
know when it comes to the flows we ain't half assed, we ain't

just write about what you know
so, what do you know?
i don't know nothing
oh, what do you know
know about nothing
just write about
write about what you know
then i'll write about nothing

you've got lyrics
i ain't got one
you drop bars
i ain't dropped none
you drive in your car
well i ride shotgun
you're like Sherlock Holmes
and i'm your Doctor Watson
well i'm down with that, man
the Robin to your Batman
you know i've got your back man
it's hedluv and passman
been best friends since school, man
i'm trying to write rhymes but rappers already wrote 'em all
sittin' on the settee
gettin' ready for my photocall
and anyway i ain't got nothin' to say
it's been the same since day one and i ain't gonna change
i speak in cliches and platitudes
but what i lack in imagination i make up for with attitude
i wanna be the raddest dude that you ever did see
reppin' the mic like in the west country
the best dressed sex pest in the south west
38 chest and i dress to the left
i rock a pair of short shorts
he's got no witty retort
i'm an athlete, man, and this is my sport
step off my tennis court cos i'm a smash it
get the Pat Cash and wreck it like Boris Becker
retiring replicants like Deckard
my soul is checkered
i bring the light and the darkness
and i've got infinite lives like Captain Jack Harkness

just write about what you know
so what do you know?
i don't know nothing
so, what do you know?
know about nothing
just write about
write about what you know
then i'll write about nothing
just write about what you know
what do you know?