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Listen
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Hip-Hop
Listen was released on May 31, 2006 by 4 CORNERS MUSIC as a part of the album The Foundations
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Release DateMay 31, 2006
Label4 CORNERS MUSIC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
4 Corners
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hohepa Morgan
Hohepa Morgan
Composer, Songwriter
J. Iusitini
J. Iusitini
Composer, Songwriter
A. Iusitini
A. Iusitini
Composer, Songwriter
Stacey Adams
Stacey Adams
Songwriter, Composer

Lyrics

Nah, nah, I don't play around, I'm deemed to be classic
They try to play hard but they seem to be plastic
It's either go up where the scenery's magic
Or you get put down for scheming me, bastards
Fuck with me, you dyslexic dumb fuckers
My rhymes connect and they swing like nunchuckas
You bum fuckers can't touch us
Lil' young'un, you a thumb sucker
That's getting caught up like Usher
I know you hate to see this brother living comfortably
While luckily your bitch is still in love with me
See misery needs company (That's why) she won't let you leave
She's your number one fan but won't let you breathe
You missing, I triple X you, Ice Cube and Diesel
Leave you in suspense then pop goes the weasel
In your face fitting, I'm getting sick of fools dissing
Crews listen, the new missions make you
Keep your ears to the streets man, listen
You ain't prepared for the heat man, listen
Run around here like shit's sweet man, listen
If you dissing, you get your ass beat man
Stay streetwise, walk with a bit of wisdom
I wear gloves because my fingerprint's in the system
But I'm too fast, they won't see when it hits them
Ghost puncher like Cassius Clay to Sonny Liston
I'm listening from Gisborne to Brisbane
Queenstown to Queensland, O.Z. to NZ land
Wingspan of a Boeing dam
Jet G on lockdown, they got my mans but
Keep your ears to the streets man, listen
You ain't prepared for the heat man, listen
Run around here like shit's sweet man, listen
If you dissing, you get your ass beat man
I get busy on the grind when my chips are low
You ain't a player, you a hater and your chick's a ho
So while you hit the dro, I give her plenty dick to blow
Yep, you know the witty unpredictable
Plus you ain't got the guts to finger trigger pulling clips
Like some ass cheeks ready to blow, you full of shit
I'm angry at the world, you can hear it in my flow
I soaked up all my poverty and wear it in my soul
My education, I was a fool in my school life
Got expelled for smoking weed with my crew like
Third form, four, five, second year, fifth
One day I'm going back like Revenge of the Siths
But for now
Keep your ears to the streets man, listen
You ain't prepared for the heat man, listen
Run around here like shit's sweet man, listen
If you dissing, you get your ass beat man
I ain't a gangster, I never said that I was
I'm in these streets flicking weed that extended my buzz
It ain't hard to see that poverty was part of me
So pardon me if I want money, it's probably the root of evil
But essential to some people
Fundamental, meditate like monks in the temple
Of Sha La, while I continue to spit
While I chill with the short fuse like Mori in Goodfellas
You fucks selling your soul to make a buck
Cold stuck in the chiller, still I toast with the killer
Realer rhymes filler, deliver on vanilla manila
Gorilla killer bulls, iller syllables of a thriller
Better
Keep your ears to the streets man, listen
You ain't prepared for the heat man, listen
Run around here like shit's sweet man, listen
If you dissing, you get your ass beat man
Written by: A. Iusitini, Hohepa Morgan, J. Iusitini, Stacey Adams
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