You 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 unforgiving
But in the meantime there are those who wanna talk this and that, so I suppose
That It gets to a point where feelings gotta get hurt
And get dirty with the people spreading the dirt it 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
Handful 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 I can’t keep myself together
Because of all 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 [bad word] 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
Handful of anger, held in my chest
Uphill [bad word]  blood, sweat, and tears
Nothing to gain, everything to fear

Heart full of pain, head full of stress
Handful of anger, held in my chest
Uphill [bad word]  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

I’ve got a heart full of pain
Head full of stress
Nobody’s listening
Handful of anger held in my chest
Nobody’s listening
Uphill [bad word] blood, sweat and tears
Nobody’s listening
Nothing to gain
Everything to fear
Nobody’s listening