Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heard Em Say, artist - MZ Boom Bap. Date of issue: 04.12.2016
Song language: English
Heard Em Say |
| Intro: Curtis Roach |
| Now just vibe ya’ll, just vibe, I’m with the tribe ya’ll, I’m with the tribe, |
| come on now just ride, just ride, just ride, just ride come on, now just ride, |
| just ride, just ride, just ride, just ride |
| Verse 1: Curtis Roach |
| Uh, fucking with melodies and samples from the 70s |
| That Golden Era hippie got it sounding kinda heavenly |
| They missing with me heavily and calling me the goat |
| Got your girlfriend turning all my lyrics into my quotes |
| I mean damn, gotta be a sin to be this good |
| I be the kid from the burbs but they bump it in the hoods |
| Blowing backwoods I hope they burn a slower to all my jams |
| This be a fuck you to all my back stabbing hams |
| The people that overlooked me for granted they always took me |
| Where were you when I was sinking with fishes you playing hooky |
| Now I’m gone, I’m tryna write my wrongs |
| But it’s funny those same wrongs help me write this song |
| Now, sixteen I’m already doper than the lunges |
| But I pay much attention because they taught me many lessons |
| Smoke the sessions wicked lessons all these stresses that I’m under |
| Man no wonder why my homie smoking one blunt after another |
| Because I’m tryna make change in this world |
| But it’s hard to maintain in this world |
| Lot of fucking hate in this world but I’m tryna bring love |
| Tryna do the same thing that Pac did for thugs |
| Tryna represent the city hold it down for the gloves |
| Tryna be there for my mom whenever times getting rough |
| Family problems they at the hottest during holidays |
| Supposed to be jolly but it’s more like melancholy days |
| It’s got me in a spotty faze and got my mother crying |
| Sick of tired being sick of tired of my people dying |
| I ain’t lying when I say that I’m the illest with the rhyming |
| Went to sign off with the rocket and make the crowd throw up diamonds |
| Hook: Curtis Roach |
| Uh, and I heard em say |
| Nothings ever promised tomorrow today |
| So I turn up my headphones as I vibe away |
| Forever golden making music never tired to waste |
| Verse 2: Curtis Roach |
| Uh, sitting back I close my eyes as I reminesce |
| Writing deadly rhymes and all my vibes hella venomous |
| Can’t let all these sentences these rappers steady mimicking |
| My words freestyle still better than your written’s kid |
| I be the super dope felicitous never fragilous |
| These niggas want my skills but I feel they can’t handle it |
| They need some candles lit because I’m putting them in bandages |
| If your career is building then I’ll take a plane and crash it |
| And I’m never having it I never had shit I’m hungry |
| I do this for the love but on top of that the money |
| All these dummies act like puppets stay controlled to the game |
| They doing anything for some fame to they name (to they name) |
| Insane cuz all my favorite rappers never turning out right |
| I heard Ja Rule got a show like a housewife |
| He never catch me slipping I will never trust these women (no) |
| Nah man you will never catch me slipping |
| I’ve been illing with the pen till the ink in my pen burst |
| It’s always been a fact my lines colder than December |
| Summer to winter I eat these rappers like my dinner |
| I’m loyal to my game you niggas stay up on Tinder |
| That last line was only made for the punches |
| Everytime I come around all these dudes straight ducking |
| To get up on my level it takes years just to touch it |
| This shit is like a finger roll, I’m Michael Jordan dunking |
| Extraordinary I’m portabelly I eat em up |
| Here to bring the ruckus if I feel that you don’t bring enough |
| Man I beat em up I’m hardly home see your body bowl |
| Flow’s more sicker than a nigga with a snotty nose |
| Hook: Curtis Roach |
| Hey and I heard em say |
| Hey nothings ever promised tomorrow today |
| So I turn up my headphones as I vibe away |
| Forever golden making music never tired to waste |
| Hey, hey everybody say |
| Say nothings ever promised tomorrow today |
| So I turn up my headphones as I vibe away |
| Forever golden in this bitch there’s no time to waste |
| Outro: Curtis Roach |
| Hey, hey, everybody rock |