Knock
Jean Grae Lyrics


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[ VERSE 1 ]
Yo, this shit keeps weighin me down, beatin me up
Like every day's governed by Murphy's Law
It never drops, but inside I'm, tied up
In stress knots and chains and bills that ain't paid
I damn near work for Dun & Bradstreet
Keep a bank card and a wallet for show, I hate empty spaces
Fill 'em with MetroCards that's been already took me places
Fun Passes, loose changes, gum wrappers, maybe numbers
Battery covers to CD players, and that's it
I got some plastic
But can't even use it, the bad credit's so drastic
Ask me bastard if I'm signed, I rhyme sick
But niggas is quick to turn they back on spitters with clits
Hit em with this, and ridiculous phrase flow that exit my lips
Hey yo, I mean my face, though
They still want chicks with tits and ass out
My respect is worth more than your advance cash-out
I'm fuckin you right in the ear
If these chicks did it you'd be catchin gonorrhea
The only thing I spread is tinnitus
Just tryin to keep this shit right
And for all of y'all askin when my joint droppin
Watch me this year

It's like.

[ CHORUS ]
Hustles don't get knocked, except the ones that
Fuck with my business and dough, you can forget that
I told you once it's not gangsta, it's just right
Don't get it fucked, I don't like to spit my shit twice
Keep your fake thuggin, afraid to get in fist fights
Glittery knuckles never made me shiver, buckle never
Knocka, this how I get down

I'ma have to do that again, so y'all can hear it

[ CHORUS ]

That's what I said, yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[ VERSE 2 ]
It's crazy how I'm still catchin with no major distribution
Slice through like guillotines, I'm precise with a execution
The definition of artist, past the hype and the business
So I paint the track like a canvas in post-impressionist style
Time keeps gettin postponed like Emmy Awards
My moms cataloguin my shit like she's Afeni Shakur
Many of y'all ain't even worth a penny for thoughts
So I ignore the rumors and the biters
More than y'all ignore the Unsigned Hype in The Source
Peace to Steady Rock and Tyson [Name]
And a big fuck you to bitch Chris Lombardi at Matador
And every A&R that turned me down
Props to kids who stayed loyal since "Baseball" dropped
And copped the underground, see, the barrel was facin me
Now I turn the gun around and it's got unlimited ammunition
I dare you to question, now they'll know I'm dressin
So don't skip through the record
But if you're lookin for some shit to bump in the ride, you should check it

[ CHORUS ]

Alright, alright
One more time
One more time

[ CHORUS ]

What
What
What
What
What

Get it?
Got it?
Good





Let's get on with it then

Overall Meaning

In Jean Grae's song "Knock," the rapper reflects on the struggles and pressures she faces as an artist in the music industry. She feels weighed down by financial stresses and the constant need to prove herself. The lyrics suggest frustration with the industry's preference for female artists who fit a certain image rather than those who excel lyrically. Grae emphasizes her dedication to her craft and her refusal to conform to industry standards despite the obstacles in her path. The chorus reinforces her message that true hustle and talent will never get knocked, while the fakers and posers will fall by the wayside.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, this shit keeps weighin me down, beatin me up
The problems in my life are constantly causing me stress and making me feel physically and emotionally drained


Like every day's governed by Murphy's Law
It feels like the universe is conspiring against me and everything that could go wrong does go wrong


It never drops, but inside I'm, tied up
My stress and anxiety never go away, but rather continue to build up until I feel trapped and helpless


In stress knots and chains and bills that ain't paid
My problems are tangible and overwhelming, taking the form of debts, bills, and financial burdens that are preventing me from living my life


I damn near work for Dun & Bradstreet
I feel like I'm working to pay off my debts and credit score, rather than working for my own personal fulfillment


Keep a bank card and a wallet for show, I hate empty spaces
I feel like I need to maintain the image of financial stability even if I don't have it, and I hate the feeling of emptiness or inadequacy


Fill 'em with MetroCards that's been already took me places
I try to find solace in small tokens of past experiences, like used MetroCards or other items that remind me of happier times


But niggas is quick to turn they back on spitters with clits
People are quick to dismiss women rappers like me and focus on their physical attributes rather than their talent


They still want chicks with tits and ass out
Despite my talent, people are still more interested in women rappers who are conventionally attractive and sexualized


My respect is worth more than your advance cash-out
I value my artistic integrity and respect more than selling out for a big paycheck


Hustles don't get knocked, except the ones that
I believe in working hard and being rewarded for it, but those who try to cheat and take advantage of others will eventually get caught and punished


Fuck with my business and dough, you can forget that
If you mess with my money or try to undermine my success, don't expect me to forget or forgive


I told you once it's not gangsta, it's just right
I don't believe in acting tough or violent for the sake of a fake 'gangsta' image, but I will stand my ground and defend myself when necessary


Glittery knuckles never made me shiver, buckle never
I'm not intimidated by flashy or showy displays of wealth or power, because those things are ultimately superficial


It's crazy how I'm still catchin with no major distribution
Despite not having the backing of a big record label or widespread distribution, I'm still able to find success and build a following


The definition of artist, past the hype and the business
I define success and creativity by my own terms, not by the hype or business practices of the music industry


More than y'all ignore the Unsigned Hype in The Source
People are more likely to overlook and ignore talented artists who haven't been discovered by the mainstream media, even if they've been praised by smaller outlets


Now I turn the gun around and it's got unlimited ammunition
I'm in control of my own destiny and talents, and nobody can take that power away from me


But if you're lookin for some shit to bump in the ride, you should check it
While my music might not be mainstream or heavily promoted, it's still worth listening to and enjoying




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