Listen Up By Dat Guy
I'm spittin on a topic
That Kats don't really listen to
Everything is a beat now a days
Nod your head to
What happened to the substance
What happened to ya character
Where's the fucking story line
C'mon on you little bastards
Some of y'all sound the same And
Got the same name
What happened to the industry
When niggas built they own flames
Niggas don't like you they only like your beats
Think about what I'm saying before this hits the streets
Niggas don't hear you they only hear that auto tune
Screaming to the top of your lungs like some fucking looney toon
A computer made you
High hats and 808's
A couple of drum breaks
And you think you all straight nah
What happened to putting in work
Making ya brain and fingers hurt
Catching writers block
Scratch it out starting over
I'm not hear to preach
I'm stating real facts
Before you was born
Niggas never put out nothing wack
Just because you making that paper
Thinking it's all sweet
Industry pull the plugs
Cause you stuck on repeat
Now let that marinate
Your brain start making moves
Cause the next line out your mouth
Making sure you lose
ABC to XYZ
The art of storytelling Is
No longer existing
Rhymes that don't make sense
All you do is mumble shit
Nursery rhymes
Cat in the hat
Green eggs and ham shit
What's the meaning behind that
Let me see Nothing
Exactly why I said it
Cause you ain't saying nothing
Let your voice be heard
I'm speaking truth
when I'm done with this verse
Who you think they listen to
Not you hell no
Rhyming that dumb shit
It's all for the money right
Snort you up and hawk spit
Thinking you some type of artist
Cant even call you rapper
All the shit that I'm saying
A clap is coming after
If the shoe fits
Oh you feeling some type of way
Spit the illest and realest shit
Ima send it your way
Dare you to reach out
Cant here what you talking' about
Doubt you come as hard
Here's the spread sheet
I'll lay out
Not with these black fists
I'm here to cure your ignorance
Think your rhymes is innocent
I'm startin off to finish shit
The rap games in a crisis
Just like the pandemic
All you niggas plaguing
the vaccine that's killing it
One dose at time
I can give a fuck if I shine
Breaking down your mind
Better yet breaking up ya spine
Send you the signals
To smarten the fuck up
Cause a year from now
legs broken
Im ya fucking crutch
Don't even need a Dutch
To follow up
What I'm saying
My rhymes speaks for themselves
The beat is what I'm slaying
Once you pay attention
Your brain is what I'm crushing
This is how I'm living
No time for this discussion
Slow down it down for a second
Niggas is soft as muffins
Such a touchy subject
But Ima speak above it
All here is silence
Shit I can't call it
All I hear is
That I'm hearing straight garbage
Land fills and parasites
Get left or get right
Scoop you up spin you around
Your body jacked knifed
The old school soul Mixed
With new age shit
Oh you never heard of it
Detention I'm giving it
Knowledge I'm lifing it
Scriptures been writing it
All the shit I'm saying
Them fires been igniting it
Check ya self for spittin shit
Let me hear some more bullshit
Make some fucking sense of it
The career you got I'm ending it
Now you catching feelings shit
Really on some bitch shit
Niggas is pissing me off
Young fucking kill this shit
Man turn this the fuck off!
That Kats don't really listen to
Everything is a beat now a days
Nod your head to
What happened to the substance
What happened to ya character
Where's the fucking story line
C'mon on you little bastards
Some of y'all sound the same And
Got the same name
What happened to the industry
When niggas built they own flames
Niggas don't like you they only like your beats
Think about what I'm saying before this hits the streets
Niggas don't hear you they only hear that auto tune
Screaming to the top of your lungs like some fucking looney toon
A computer made you
High hats and 808's
A couple of drum breaks
And you think you all straight nah
What happened to putting in work
Making ya brain and fingers hurt
Catching writers block
Scratch it out starting over
I'm not hear to preach
I'm stating real facts
Before you was born
Niggas never put out nothing wack
Just because you making that paper
Thinking it's all sweet
Industry pull the plugs
Cause you stuck on repeat
Now let that marinate
Your brain start making moves
Cause the next line out your mouth
Making sure you lose
ABC to XYZ
The art of storytelling Is
No longer existing
Rhymes that don't make sense
All you do is mumble shit
Nursery rhymes
Cat in the hat
Green eggs and ham shit
What's the meaning behind that
Let me see Nothing
Exactly why I said it
Cause you ain't saying nothing
Let your voice be heard
I'm speaking truth
when I'm done with this verse
Who you think they listen to
Not you hell no
Rhyming that dumb shit
It's all for the money right
Snort you up and hawk spit
Thinking you some type of artist
Cant even call you rapper
All the shit that I'm saying
A clap is coming after
If the shoe fits
Oh you feeling some type of way
Spit the illest and realest shit
Ima send it your way
Dare you to reach out
Cant here what you talking' about
Doubt you come as hard
Here's the spread sheet
I'll lay out
Not with these black fists
I'm here to cure your ignorance
Think your rhymes is innocent
I'm startin off to finish shit
The rap games in a crisis
Just like the pandemic
All you niggas plaguing
the vaccine that's killing it
One dose at time
I can give a fuck if I shine
Breaking down your mind
Better yet breaking up ya spine
Send you the signals
To smarten the fuck up
Cause a year from now
legs broken
Im ya fucking crutch
Don't even need a Dutch
To follow up
What I'm saying
My rhymes speaks for themselves
The beat is what I'm slaying
Once you pay attention
Your brain is what I'm crushing
This is how I'm living
No time for this discussion
Slow down it down for a second
Niggas is soft as muffins
Such a touchy subject
But Ima speak above it
All here is silence
Shit I can't call it
All I hear is
That I'm hearing straight garbage
Land fills and parasites
Get left or get right
Scoop you up spin you around
Your body jacked knifed
The old school soul Mixed
With new age shit
Oh you never heard of it
Detention I'm giving it
Knowledge I'm lifing it
Scriptures been writing it
All the shit I'm saying
Them fires been igniting it
Check ya self for spittin shit
Let me hear some more bullshit
Make some fucking sense of it
The career you got I'm ending it
Now you catching feelings shit
Really on some bitch shit
Niggas is pissing me off
Young fucking kill this shit
Man turn this the fuck off!
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Writer(s): Anthony Guy, Umar Childs
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