Hear 'Em Talking
Yeah
Can't believe i'm doing this shit again, uh
It's time to step on some toes and squash some egos, yeah
Too many times I wrote a song like this but I
Keep doing it 'cause I ain't no bitch these suckers
Say something then their bitch ass switch
Quicker than Will Smith on that 05 shit
Cancerous to the game and they don't even know it
Writing rhymes on a computer screen don't make you a poet
What's with all the boasting when clearly everybody hates you
It's not because they're envious it's that nobody rates you
I know low key you be speaking my name coldly
Coz I don't rhyme like the rest of you rap phoneys
Don't provoke me coz you just might bring back the old me
Okey dokey coz I turn lions into poultry
Isn't it funny that every time i'm making moves
You want to powder balls and gently tie my shoes
You're not an emcee you're just a bitch in disguise
You're more wack than an amateur rapper claiming they're top five
I hear 'em talking but they ain't being real
Backstabbing me and they still
Be always up in my grill
Like I owe 'em somethin'
I hear 'em talking acting like they the shit
But they've never made a hit
So shut the fuck up you bitch
Why you keep on frontin'?
Make no mistake I am a Burn City heavyweight
I ain't gon' stop till i'm the best in every state
I opened the gate for cats with the same traits
That spit in the face of friendly envy hiding snakes
Speak my name, tell me how success tastes
Every time I grab the mic I leave the stage in police tape
My bones ache, writing page after page
Word after word, anything you say is absurd
You's a fool if you think you can out rap me
We are not equal, we are not the same people
You claim to be all knowing but your mind feeble
Fuck with me i'll rough you up and leave you in the fetal
Position, a genocide is the mission
You're not real so I guess you can't carry on tradition
You claim you drop hits but you're the only one who quote 'em
Fuck your rhyme schemes your whole style fake you're not chosen
Bitch
I hear 'em talking but they ain't being real
Backstabbing me and they still
Be always up in my grill
Like I owe 'em somethin'
I hear 'em talking acting like they the shit
But they've never made a hit
So shut the fuck up you bitch.Why you keep on frontin'?
I hear 'em talking but they ain't being real
Backstabbing me and they still
Be always up in my grill
Like I owe 'em somethin'
I hear 'em talking acting like they the shit
But they've never made a hit
So shut the fuck up you bitch
Why you keep on frontin'?
I hear 'em talking but they ain't being real
Can't believe i'm doing this shit again, uh
It's time to step on some toes and squash some egos, yeah
Too many times I wrote a song like this but I
Keep doing it 'cause I ain't no bitch these suckers
Say something then their bitch ass switch
Quicker than Will Smith on that 05 shit
Cancerous to the game and they don't even know it
Writing rhymes on a computer screen don't make you a poet
What's with all the boasting when clearly everybody hates you
It's not because they're envious it's that nobody rates you
I know low key you be speaking my name coldly
Coz I don't rhyme like the rest of you rap phoneys
Don't provoke me coz you just might bring back the old me
Okey dokey coz I turn lions into poultry
Isn't it funny that every time i'm making moves
You want to powder balls and gently tie my shoes
You're not an emcee you're just a bitch in disguise
You're more wack than an amateur rapper claiming they're top five
I hear 'em talking but they ain't being real
Backstabbing me and they still
Be always up in my grill
Like I owe 'em somethin'
I hear 'em talking acting like they the shit
But they've never made a hit
So shut the fuck up you bitch
Why you keep on frontin'?
Make no mistake I am a Burn City heavyweight
I ain't gon' stop till i'm the best in every state
I opened the gate for cats with the same traits
That spit in the face of friendly envy hiding snakes
Speak my name, tell me how success tastes
Every time I grab the mic I leave the stage in police tape
My bones ache, writing page after page
Word after word, anything you say is absurd
You's a fool if you think you can out rap me
We are not equal, we are not the same people
You claim to be all knowing but your mind feeble
Fuck with me i'll rough you up and leave you in the fetal
Position, a genocide is the mission
You're not real so I guess you can't carry on tradition
You claim you drop hits but you're the only one who quote 'em
Fuck your rhyme schemes your whole style fake you're not chosen
Bitch
I hear 'em talking but they ain't being real
Backstabbing me and they still
Be always up in my grill
Like I owe 'em somethin'
I hear 'em talking acting like they the shit
But they've never made a hit
So shut the fuck up you bitch.Why you keep on frontin'?
I hear 'em talking but they ain't being real
Backstabbing me and they still
Be always up in my grill
Like I owe 'em somethin'
I hear 'em talking acting like they the shit
But they've never made a hit
So shut the fuck up you bitch
Why you keep on frontin'?
I hear 'em talking but they ain't being real
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Writer(s): Michael James Goral
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