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letra de i wanna hear y'all - jesse abraham

[verse 1]
i’m bein’ honest
i’m the bee in your bonnet
i’m beyond bein’ appeasing
i ain’t bein’ ironic
a busy bee, i’m the bees knees
i leave felines pleased as punch
cats catch the sonic
boom boom or bam bam
a blast from the past
like blues clue or van dam
the cat’s out the bag
i zoom through like grand ams
it’s true you are ham fans
like youtube or rubix cubes view my grandslam
graham was a cracker, i’m more like betty crocker
not a actor with an angle
protractor
no doctor
no tractor
no opera
no fact or
no copper
i’m the lowest common factor
fiction?
i’m improper
like a fraction with friction, i’m magic with diction
i’m practically flippin’ phonics backwards
rippin’ and robbin’
rockin’ and rollin’
stopping the strollin’
my rhymes gotchu pausing often like commas and colons

[hook]
hey – have you got some to say?
go ahead i’m listening
please do not be afraid
i wanna hear y’all
yo – where did ya voices go?
let’s all enjoy the show
boise’s in idaho
i wanna hear y’all

[verse 2]
a bird in the hand’s worth two in the bush
i know you workin with hands, jerkin, lurkin’ after tush
for certain you stand for purple and kush
i’m workin’
my purpose is perfect, circular
hush
puppies and yuppies are lucky to touch me
most groupies are pudgy or droopy, ugly and yucky
like puddie it’s silly but really it’s funny
a millie vanilli philly’s only filling for dummies
a dead ringer like a phone on vibrate
i’m irate like old folks watching elvis gyrate
so dilate pupil, you a carbon copy
saving rhymes on a disc whether hard or floppy
sloppy joes don’t feed me
i’m eating flows and beats, speaking
and havoc i’m wreaking
whether it’s fact or it’s feces
rap can appear to be easy
actually that’s deceiving

[verse 3]
i’m stackin’ a bag and attaching it with the sh-t that i got
if you’re lackin’ a sack then match me every hit for a shot
i’m thinking about the plan, you’re handing your stamina to me
your energy was spent for free
i got a camera close to me
psyche, is this supposed to be a life with no potency?
my focus was hocus pocus now i suppose the joke is me
the doom is growing like tumors and showing that humor is just a rumor
all the villains are k!lling and spilling the blood of all these baby boomers
20 years of my life was spent hiding behind lies
i’m bringing it back to facts, b-tch, my rhymes never die
my mind’s feverish, i had a seizure twitch
rather be feared or respected?
you ain’t neither, sh-t
this rhyme’s leisure it’s nothing for me to be spittin’
every lyric you rip is something doesn’t need to be written
y’all wanna party
ain’t listening hardly
i’m an artiste
everything i think it gets rted

- jesse abraham

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