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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