Peep the style and the kids checking for it
The number one question is how could you ignore it
We drop right back in the cut
Over basement tracks
With raps that got you backing this up like

Rewind that we're just rolling with the rhythm
Rise from the ashes of stylistic division
With these non-stop lyrics of life living
Not to be forgotten, but still unforgiven
But, in the meantime, there are those
Who wanna talk this and that
So I suppose that it gets to
At that point feelings gotta get hurt
And get dirty with the people spreading the dirty goes

Try to give you warning
But everyone ignores me
Told you everything loud and clear
But nobody's listening
Call 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
Hand full of anger
Held in my chest
And everything left is a waste of time
I hate my rhymes
But hate everyone else's more
I'm riding on the back of this pressure
Guessing that it's better
That I can't keep myself together
Because all of this stress
Gave me something to write on
The pain gave me something I could set my sights on
You never forget the blood, sweat and tears
The uphill struggle over years
The fear and trash talking
And the people it was to
And the people that started it just like you

Try to give you warning
But everyone ignores me
Told you everything loud and clear
But nobody's listening
Call 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
Hand full of anger
Held in my chest
Uphill struggle
Blood, sweat and tears
Nothing to gain, everything to fear

Heart full of pain

Try to give you warning
But everyone ignores me
Told you everything loud and clear
But nobody's listening
Call to you so clearly
But you don't want to hear me
Told you everything loud and clear
But nobody's listening

Coming at you