Lyrics:
My people say I'm getting better at painting a picture for the listener, I got special vision
Special like Grandma kisses
Special like Papa last
Is to produce sound which is completely acceptable to the listener
I'm tired of fake fortunes being sold
I'm tired of my tires burning rubber
Regardless of our birthplace
My last toast to the dead is for the listener
Human being or extraterrestrial visitor
Remember us for more than our primitive
about it, write it down
Don't even think about it, write it down
Don't even think about it, write it down
These rappers suck
Other listeners as pissed
listener
And I'm sweet like sugar
People say (come on)
Took me by surprise when you caught my eye
I wasn't in love when you caught my eye
I was never
yeah)
Talk to me nice, I got millions of listeners, yeah
I'm really the business
Runnin' the game, I be lookin' all fit and shit
I'm drippin' man, look
of night, one window open
He heard her singing down the hall
Singing 'bout him, least he was hoping
She left her listener enthralled, woo, ooh
as a weapon
And when I get to writin', you'll need medical attention
All these loyal listeners is what I measure my success in
But in a conversation I don't
gotta dress fancy
For the man, please, my listeners understand me
My fight to go about this right what this stand means
It's more than some grand
militant, too intricate, who's into this
I'm only the good elements off the food pyramid
You listeners need to hire a nutritionist
King with these cool
butterflies, baby, they delicious
I play your keys, the melody is not always for the listeners
These neighbors stompin' yards on us
In universal love we trust
myself that I was not the one
Struggling through my Twitter
Stupid niggas, listeners are disloyal
But they make you feel royal
But like a slave when they
way
Louie, Louie, Louie, pack up the Louie
Louie, Louie, Louie, pack up the Louie
First stop is gonna be Buenos Aires
Tango listener all night
sign with it
I'm stoked to be living in a lucky country
It's just a joke that we're governed by a bunch of monkeys
Still I'm loving all the listeners
[R.E.U.]
When the are spits that raw it's caution for listeners
To keep they guard up like a talkative prisoner
Uh I don't bargain I enter ya'
Take
his path to get to it too?
I only spit fluid truth
And I spit it for the listeners so I'm spittin' to you
You say it's hell I say it's bullshit we're
comeback, but didn't touch my score
A Farrakhan listener, white world prisoner
My frisk down is just like the state pen for visitors
Ghetto red hots, guns,
on a record
Until the end, the end, the end, the end, the end
Imprisoned in this song's composition
A vision with every listen the listener can picture
The one name that, you've heard whispered among listeners
Hit nerves that ba ba burn like perm
Fixtures yes sir, I'm about to paint a picture
To get
burning
The planet's still turning
Now we're so old
horizon
Will you recover
Will we discover
See the blood red
The blood red skies
you the listener
And there are listeners
Who are never hurt
And at the end of all of this
At last, I'll stand and I'll shout
Our glory days are over
They're over
All my brothers and sisters
All in all over ten billion listeners
Lend me your ear when you want to hear
The hypest and ripest sound of the year
You can vent to me, tell me all your problems
I'm a great listener, you can tell me all about em
See you from top to bottom, it's everything I need
my listeners we keep it real
My thoughts are militant, when I'm in the killin field
Click click, my minds automatic, so where's the static
I got
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