Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song R U Listening , by - Masta Killa. Release date: 10.12.2012
Song language: English
R U Listening |
| arty people, welcome to the gathering, |
| Many of you tonight have traveled for many miles |
| To hear the master of the art display styles and techniques |
| Now with this piece of steel that I hold so firmly |
| I conduct y’all accordingly, one time for your mind |
| Authentically designed and crafted by the hand of god |
| Autograph, camera folds, flash as I enter |
| A glimpse of the ninja, real they see that hurt |
| But these words so powerful, catch the at the show and prove |
| Dealing with a lost son, what they talking bout |
| What they talking bout, who they talking bout, ha, ha |
| Who they talking bout, me |
| Who they talking bout, you keep my mikey in mouth |
| Well beat so banging and base drum kicking |
| And melody so for strings are calling |
| It’s like back against the electrical fence, but I’m a winner |
| My mike’s like my only defense, brothers locked |
| Aunties that changed my pampers, or sponsors |
| I won’t fail the mission, with self knowledge got in me |
| Nothing can contain me from seeing everything is mine |
| Economically, nothing is given, we know steps are taken |
| People couldn’t see it, until it bursted to existence |
| Rust it start us, fuck a sleeze up my jacket |
| What they talking bout, who they talking bout, ha, ha |
| Who they talking bout, me |
| Who they talking bout, you keep my mikey in mouth |
| See this is how you rhyme gotta be young |
| I’m a rhymer, not a rapper, emc |
| Building destroyers, some overstand |
| But I understand that we are students to life |
| True divine order must be restored in order for us to live right |
| Y’all stay trippin like birds, words travel at the speed that I’m slappin you |
| Actually, as the world revolves, caliente, it’s about 100 degrees with no breeze |
| Can you swim 9000 |
| Up ends press hills and mountains from the highest peak |
| I fear is no evil as I walk through the valley |
| I’m like the father at the first rally, are you listening? |