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Yo. Peep the style and the kids checkin for it
The number one question is how could you ignore it
And drop right back in the cut
Over basement tracks with rap sack
Got you backin' us up like rewind that
We just rollin’ with the rhythm
Fast from the ashes of stylist division
With these nonstop lyrics of life livin
Not to be forgotten but still unforgiven
When in the mean time there are those who wanna talk
This and that so what suppose that
It gets to the point to where feelings gotta get hurt
And get dirty with the people spreading the dirt
It goes
I tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me
Told you everything loud and clear
But Nobody’s Listening
Called to you so clearly
But you don’t want to hear me
Told you everything loud and clear
But Nobody’s Listening
I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress, handfull of anger
Held in my chest
And everything left is waste of time
I hate my rhymes, but hate everyone else’s more
Im riding on the back of this pressure
Guessing that its better I can’t keep myself together
Because all of this stress gave me something to write on
Pain gave me something I could set my sights on
Never forget the blood, sweat and tears
The uphill struggle over years
The fear and the trash talking and the people it was to
And the people that started it just like you.
Tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me
Told you everything loud and clear
But Nobody’s Listening
Called to you so clearly
But you don’t want to hear me
Told you everything loud and clear
But Nobody’s Listening
I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress, handfull of anger
Held in my chest
Uphill stuggle, blood , sweat and tears, nothing to gain
Everything to fear
(repeat)
Heart full of pain...
Tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me
Told I everything loud and clear
But Nobody’s Listening
Called to you so clearly
But you don’t want to hear me
Told you everything loud and clear
But Nobody’s Listening
I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress
Nobody's listening
Handfull of anger, Held in my chest
Nobody's listening
Uphill struggle, blood, sweat, and tears
Nobody's listening
Nothin' to gain, everything to fear
Nobody's listening
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