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listen - rawseed lyrics

[intro]
word is born, sh*t is on like this

[chorus]
listen up, listen up
listen up, listen up
listen up
my technique got a n*gga locked down
listen up

[verse 1]
listen to me, listen, quiet, please
i got something to say, it’ll put your mind at ease
i’m comin’ from the land of atl, ga
where the big girls play, it’s goin’ on everyday
and since i got you listenin’, rhyme shine and glistenin’
the mission is simply to blow up any position and
since i’m on the topic, rock it, don’t stop it
jock it when i drop it, it’s pure hip*hop, kid
enough is enough, i get busy with the rough stuff
i hang tough like new kids, take out just a few kids
i do this because i returned like the jedi who said i:
”have never heard it any better”, whatever
the situation, my occupation is rappin’
whatever happens, i keep you clappin’
i’m back in my zone, so i’m gon’ leave it alone
i ain’t dissin’, but i know i can make you listen, so
[chorus]
listen up, listen up
listen up, listen up
listen up
my technique got a n*gga locked down
listen up

[verse 2]
no matter what shape or form, my style will swarm you
so ring the alarm ’cause i don’t think i’m gonna warn you
adress the issue at hand, now who’s the man?
excuse me, who’s the woman? you know i keep it comin’
i know you ain’t tryin’ to hear me but you gon’ listen
‘fore i have to put your ass in a awkward position
see, in ’86 the jammy, in ’93 the tool
now it’s the burner, i’m screamin’ bl**dy murder
heard her? many exes on the way that you flex this
ain’t sh*t that you can catch when i roll smoother than the lexus
perhaps that’s the case, i throw this sh*t up in your face
don’t try to run away, so end up like a basket case
disaster, microphone master with distortion
so many wack mc’s should have end up in abortion
at this time, i’m through with my rhyme, icall it quits
so many left to listen ’cause my style is the sh*t

[chorus]
listen up, listen up
listen up, listen up
listen up
my technique got a n*gga locked down
listen up, listen up
listen up, listen up
word is born, sh*t is on
listen up
[verse 3]
i hope your peeps all ears and open minded
if you heard a fly rhyme, then rewind it
and co*sign it, all fly lines on the line*up
’cause i was on samo, now they both rugged as tomic
in your hook like tobacco, wish i made the same beat though
b*tches call me wacko, n*ggas think i’m from pluto
it’s just the way they go, i guess my lifespan’s short
i ain’t the type that might be houndin’ you for child support, sport
so hang that wack*ass sh*t, about to dry
my sh*t is too fly, i need a piece of the pie, it’s doe*or*die
i smoke that red eye by the pound
if i ain’t up and boastin’, layin’ tracks at underground
the sound protected by the rawseed to be will remain
just here to flex that mad raw style we obtained
and in the end, you hear the style’s transmission
we simply came here to make you listen

[chorus]
listen up, listen up
listen up, listen up
my technique got a n*gga locked down
listen up

[outro]
listen up, listen up
my technique got a n*gga locked down
listen up
listen up

- rawseed lyrics

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