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ghetto chilldren - who's listening lyrics

[verse 1: b-self]
many notepads if i so do with paper mechanicals and ballpoints
trying to reach fellas and chicks at all points
in between the lines of why will i rule
my domain expands with every period and comma
not donald or ivana, but lavish is my castle
a true school graduate while most will wait to turn their t-ssle
i’m somewhat like tobasco and a quiet taste of negro’s love
vast is my vocab though, so many heads have i l-ssoed
sometimes i think too fast though, leaving minds bewildered
word playing phrases may get lost by drums and filters
confusing undercl-ssmen with soph0m-re and freshmen
most of which are booty, they find my raps confusing
but our outpost is loosely, never uptight about how i write
and who am i amusing when forming at 3 in the morning
samples are arranged and truncated, my raps awaited by the program
that be cutting on swoll like codeine
carefully prepared for ingestion by my subjects
though other mcs l-st them, i force them to go through customs
they complain but it’s futile, many quest but few tell
the p-ssive innovations, i’m one of those who do this
no brackets or parameters can hold my grammar cause
it develops faster than polaroid film
i tried to reach the world but since my name ain’t [?]
i’ll simply tell you stories to bring you up some stories
above your iqs i hope this ain’t by yous
through desert and [?], my style stays self
through deserts and [?], my style stays self
uh, i’ve got the combination, man

[hook]
listen up, listen up, listen up

[verse 2: vitamin d]
my thoughts are scribbled, suckers on the sidelines dribble
and [?] of a situation but all your getting’s a nibble of
a full up chorus me and my [?] will
so still to give me dap when i come home
i might be clapping when i’m rapping off the top of the dome
i sample the smiles while i get amped on the styles and roam
through the capsules of my mental
self-centred pharmacy live and transcendental
we rocking with fundamentals
and we’re vast into sp-ce
i made a touchdown and danced in your face
while you’re punting so stop fronting
it’s rapping season i’m back for you [?] so stop hunting
with no ammunition and lower calibre weapon like
we’ll take you down, you’re half stepping
i sense fear when i get savage like fred
have you wondering for years
how i conceived such a formula causing you phoniesness
only the [?] with me and that n-gga b
some think of we, battle soliloquies and things
you ain’t feeling me, physically we got mad [?] ability
a gift that’s god given
we sample, fluctuate tones
chopping up odd rhythms my pineal’s open
yes, i got you scoping but you cannot see through minds of mediocre
my style stays deep
through west coast stereotypes
scareotypes (he’s just a human)

[hook]
listen up, listen up, listen up

- ghetto chilldren lyrics

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