There’s just something about riding on bike or motorcycle, view of the city waking up or going to sleep, with this song (or any song of this album) playing. Feels surreal.
Took me a few listens to understand the first part of the chorus is the cops POV and the second is Kevin. Beautiful can’t wait to see Knucks when he comes to Chicago Oct 23 !!
Lyrics The day that they met's like the day Tom met Jerry Only out of his hole for the cheddar Whether he knows if the coast is steady Ready, one eye on the road like Fetty First encounter, don was a yute While under pursuit, he was only eleven Like "Get 'em, " he stole with his bredrin They asked him his name and he told them, "It's Kevin" Bright eyed copper, most likely his wifey divorce No more than a fortnight on the force Young lad, undergrad, had a like for the law But he saw somethin' about Kevin He saw a cold look in his eyes, while bookin' this guy Like why I ain't tellin' In his mind he indicted a felon Every day is like hide and seek If I lock down two in the mornin' Tell me by night why I see three Dottin', I'm crossin' the I's and T's I know you couldn't hide from me Most of your lives and it's fine by me If you do time for the rest of your life Know it's fine by me Same game, playin' hide and seek If I just shot two packs on the side Someone told me why all the eyes on me True say, got the nine on me If you lot waste your time tryna find me It's fine by me And if you lot end up losin' your lives Then it's fine by me It's fine, it's fine, except times been flyin' by Little old Kevin just turned twenty-one But the same old trouble's been wrapped behind So preoccupied with grind and hustle Fight and tussle A very thin line from a night of cuddle To stuck in the trunk with a knife and shovel So why they puzzled? It's all routine They clocked us shottin', they called police Ain't no drill when the feds all sweep The pain don't kill, we just get more fiends We play our roles, let them boys play theirs But don't play fair, like, "Oh, say swear" In holdin' cells tryna hold in fear I scream, "Fuck you!" and I hope they hear, yeah Every day is like hide and seek If I lock down two in the mornin' Tell me by night why I see three Dottin', I'm crossin' the I's and T's I know you couldn't hide from me Most of your lives and it's fine by me If you do time for the rest of your life Know it's fine by me Same game, playin' hide and seek If I just shot two packs on the side Someone told me why all the eyes on me True say, got the nine on me If you lot waste your time tryna find me It's fine by me And if you lot end up losin' your lives Then it's fine by me Ridin' around tryna see who's it Who's up? Who's lit? Three man up in an unmarked whip If I count to ten, watch 'em duck and dip Skrrt, crash, step out the vehicle What the fuck are you here for? Arm of the law tell 'em all, "Be careful" Anybody moves then his arm goes airborne With his arms in the air, Kev got out the car with his bread But left somethin' shiny and sharp in the chair Rare, you could tell he's sweatin' The fed looked deep in his eyes Like he recognized from the first encounter That stop and search was the first in hours We hid well, but the urges found us Every day is like hide and seek If I lock down two in the mornin' Tell me by night why I see three Dottin', I'm crossin' the I's and T's I know you couldn't hide from me Most of your lives and it's fine by me If you do time for the rest of your life Know it's fine by me Same game, playin' hide and seek If I just shot two packs on the side Someone told me why all the eyes on me True say, got the nine on me If you lot waste your time tryna find me It's fine by me And if you lot end up losin' your lives Then it's fine by me Every day is like hide and seek If I lock down two in the mornin' Tell me by night why I see three Dottin', I'm crossin' the I's and T's I know you couldn't hide from me Most of your lives and it's fine by me If you do time for the rest of your life Know it's fine by me Same game, playin' hide and seek If I just shot two packs on the side Someone told me why all the eyes on me True say, got the nine on me If you lot waste your time tryna find me It's fine by me And if you lot end up losin' your lives Then it's fine by me
I know Knucks will probably not ever see this, but this is seriously one of the most poetically put together songs about street life from both perspectives I’ve ever heard. As a matter of a fact I can’t really think of a song that speaks from both sides. It’s usually only one perspective. That’s an amazing god given talent to put all of those layers into a 3:51 track. You are truly blessed and highly favored. - A new fan from the US.
First time hearing knucks was "Vows" high of the skeng drill music on GRMdaily I was like wow this different smooth cool then he followed with the same heavy hitting barz hooked ever since ❤🇦🇴
Man I searched Dochie Hide & seek and this was the greatest mistake of the year🤣 her name is Doechi now I found 2 new (Hide & Seek) songs to vibe out too🪽🤙🏾⚘️im mad late
A common term for making sure you double check your work is “I crossed my T’s and dotted my i’s” common spelling errors if you rush your work. The bar is the POV of the cop explaining he’s double checking the areas to stop crime but any crime stopped is replaced with new crime. Hope this helped
Instrumentale Knuck Hide & Seek BLVCK - ICI Le sourire de la ronne y’a qu’ça qui m’pousse a survivre Gros j’ai d’gros maux qu’j’extériorise avec gros mots, S’fete le malheur avec un p’tit grammy Sans ça j’perd la tête cotoies l’9 milligramme L’drame n’manque jamais à l’appel La vie m’en veut contre moi qu’est-ce qu’a-t-elle J’prends des coups d’elle des coups d’traitres mais j’suis pas d’ceux qui testent attele Premiers cris dans hôpitaux de martigues Insomnie maint’nant j’suis marqué par la fatigue Zombie me fatiguent Envies de platine Sont ravis qu’je patine Y’a qu’dans rêves d’ennemis mon negro qu’je tapine Combien t’baratines pour faire jouer ta peine Regards de travers pourtant j’me pointe à peine Pourtant j’me pointe à pile Donc j’comprends que l’problème ne vient pas d’moi Qu’il vient sur’ment d’l’exterieur De c’monde où couleur est seule rigueur Où l’negro du film est voleur ou videur Où un vol te fais prendre le double d’un violeur Si j’oublies mes cicatrices y’a pas qu’de ça que je suis marqué Peines trop longues, peine dans l’ombre prison après être déférés au parquet Tout part en couilles ta go tu d’demandes elle s’fait donner par qui J’pleures encore, tout ce gore sur tombe des frères qui sont partis L’héritage c’est mon ego, Me parle pas d’part égales En un doigt j’l’ai ton bébé c’est mon eagle J’évite de presser la détente de celle du desert Mes délits font couler l’sang désormais A côté j’continue fac les dissert J’finis l’semestre j’aurais mes heures d’Mai Gros cul en face mais gars je fais pas d’mi T’es mimi c’est une preuve qu’tu tiens pas d’moi J’sais pas si les grammes me ferons faire le poids Tranches de sse-di ça fait longtemps qu’on n’connais plus l’appoint D’puis tout p’tit on ne parle qu’en si si J’grandis j’vois grand comme à Wash’ DC Quand c’est beau c’est faux mon negro c’est comme Nicky Kylie Cardi Alcool fort j’ingurgite j’nègue soucis comme à la piscine... Le soir j’cogite Sur décès d’ceux qui comptaient pour moi ici
Interlect in music is only for the Shepard...sheep will follow sheep ....I'm fine with knucks being under rated makes me feel special because I rate talent where others, well snm...
