Not Paying Attention (feat. R-Son the Voice of Reason, Dolio the Sleuth & 5th Sequence)
Randal Wyatt
Hip-Hop/Rap
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Randal Wyatt
Songwriter
Brandon Johnson
Songwriter
Lawrence Durant
Songwriter
Randal Green
Songwriter
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CHORUS: [Randal Wyatt]
Who's hot and who's hittin'
Who's poppin', who's spittin'
Who's got it who's gettin'
We're not paying attention, nuh uh, uh-uh
We're just doing our own thing
We're just doing our own thing
Who's hot and who's hittin'
Who's poppin', who's spittin'
Who's got it who's gettin'
We're not paying attention, No no, no-no
We're just doing our own thing
We're just doing our own thing
V1: [R-SON]
Sing a song of six pence we about to croon
Out the wolf pack leading, howling at the moon
Ran to my gods and they grant me a boon
So I can keep on rocking till tomorrow afternoon
Keep it spicy as the sands of Dune
Stack with more flavor than a sack of macaroons
Dismiss the idea that Ran's a goon
'Cause my vocab will knock you out your pantaloons
A mixture of graffiti and Sanskrit runes
True school hip hop and old banjo tunes
Bringing in fans from all types of lands
And if you don't believe me just scan the room
Folks from Canada and Cameroon
West Bank, West Berlin, Westampton too
Home of the Koalas and the Kangaroos
They all wanna hear verses from those Randal dudes'
CHORUS: [Randal Wyatt]
Who's hot and who's hittin'
Who's poppin', who's spittin'
Who's got it who's gettin'
We're not paying attention, nuh uh, uh-uh
We're just doing our own thing
We're just doing our own thing
Who's hot and who's hittin'
Who's poppin', who's spittin'
Who's got it who's gettin'
We're not paying attention, No no, no-no
We're just doing our own thing
We're just doing our own thing
V2: [Dolio the Sleuth]
Haters stay hatin' but we really can't relate
Because we get so many positive vibrations
At every station that we stop, It's verified we're making it hot
Find the right spot we're taking it out
Unclassified flows you can't place in a box
Except the ones with the boom in it
Leave a little room for the movement of feet
Feel the groove when we speak
Show and prove, how we do what we do on a beat
In the booth with the heat, let loose on the street
Socialize like a Sunday afternoon in the East
When it's brunch time, get it in when it's crunch time
With metaphors galore, similes and some punch lines
Three crowd-rockers, D-R squared
If you're asking where the party is, we are there
Get live at any scene, we done seen our share
And pay no mind to naysayers, yo
We need not care
CHORUS: [Randal Wyatt]
Who's hot and who's hittin'
Who's poppin', who's spittin'
Who's got it who's gettin'
We're not paying attention, nuh uh, uh-uh
We're just doing our own thing
We're just doing our own thing
Who's hot and who's hittin'
Who's poppin', who's spittin'
Who's got it who's gettin'
We're not paying attention, No no, no-no
We're just doing our own thing
We're just doing our own thing
V3:[Randal Wyatt]
Say woah-oh-oh (Woah-oh-oh!)
Woah-oh-oh (Woah-oh-oh!)
Woah-oh-oh
We're just doing our own thing
Yeah, I'm different, yeah I'm different
With a mic and I'm backed by live instruments
With a boom bap or with a whole band
I command crowds and push the envelope like a postman
Known to bring the heat to this cold land
Unique with the flavor
'cause the ones who seem to eat can be so bland
Seasoned on the mic, yep! Feedin' off the vibes, yep!
The reason that I'm nice, 'cause there's freedom in my mind, yep!
Never picked a lane, I went off-road
Put in some elbow grease and dirtied up my washed clothes
The opposite of hostile, 'cause I'm not a lost soul
I was given a gift, not a sock of hot coal
Yo I watched a lot fold like tacos, all jokes aside
When people say that I'm dope, it keeps my hope alive
Because I heard a lot of "Nope" for most my life
So now I get a dose of pride knowing my flow is nice
CHORUS: [Randal Wyatt]
Who's hot and who's hittin'
Who's poppin', who's spittin'
Who's got it who's gettin'
We're not paying attention, nuh uh, uh-uh
We're just doing our own thing
We're just doing our own thing
Who's hot and who's hittin'
Who's poppin', who's spittin'
Who's got it who's gettin'
We're not paying attention, No no, no-no
We're just doing our own thing
We're just doing our own thing
Woah-oh-oh (Woah-oh-oh!)
Woah-oh-oh (Woah-oh-oh!)
Who's hot and who's hittin'
Who's poppin', who's spittin'
We're just doing our own thing
Who's hot and who's hittin'
Who's poppin', who's spittin'
We're just doing our own thing
Who's hot and who's hittin'
Who's poppin', who's spittin'
We're just, we're just doing our own thing
Written by: Brandon Johnson, Lawrence Durant, Randal Green, Randal Wyatt
